Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I close my eyes and tell myself I knew this would happen. Not like this, not here, but I knew it
would happen tonight. I just have to get through it.
It’s not as difficult as it could be.
As he draws back and plunges into my tight heat again and again, the friction against my walls
makes it hard to be quiet. I know I can’t whimper as he drives into me so hard I have to hug the wall,
but it’s hard not to. I feel him in my guts, feel his hands against the flesh of my ass and hips. Moving,
marking, gripping as he needs to. I’m still so paranoid of getting caught I keep stealing glances at the
temple’s entrance, but I keep an eye on the sides, too. I would die if a guard decided to duck in from a
side entrance to see what’s taking so long and found me naked and getting fucked against the wall of
this ancient edifice.
My pussy throbs around Calvin’s cock, thrilling at the brutality and sheer danger of it. My whole
body trembles as he slams into me. The sound of skin against skin seems to echo off the sandstone.
We’re going to get caught, we’re going to get caught, we’re going to get caught.
“Fuck,” Calvin groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he shoves deep into my pussy. “You’re
so fucking tight.”
My grip on the doorway slips. I go to grab on again, but the moment my fingers make contact, I
hear something.
A voice.
My heart stops.
A thrilling shiver of fear dances down my spine, freezing the blood in my veins even as Calvin
slams into me once more.
I want to tell him I heard something, but I don’t want to speak and make more noise.
Calvin didn’t hear it. He keeps fucking me, but I hear it again. A voice, and then two voices.
Coming closer.
Oh my god.
“Stop,” I whisper furiously, trying to dislodge him and move away, but he grabs my hips and
wrenches me back where he had me.
“Don’t fucking move,” he clips.
“Calvin, there are—”
He slams into me more brutally and I have to clap my own hand over my mouth to keep from
crying out.
When he pulls back to thrust forward again, I dart away from him, yanking my panties up as I do
and bending to grab my dress. “Stop,” I hiss. “People are—”