He. Was. Beautiful.
Long, thick, with a wide, flared cap that glistened with slick, pearly drops that slid from a slit at the top. He could’ve been cast from marble by an artist’s touch, that’s how hard and perfect he was. Unable to resist, she reached for him...
A tender but firm grip prevented her from obtaining her goal.
“Just the thought of your hand wrapped around my dick is enough to have this over before I get inside you,” he growled, and guided her hands to his shoulders. “When I come—and when you come again—it’s going to be buried so deep inside you I can feel you when I breathe.”
Holy...
She shut her eyes against the blaze of lust in his bright eyes and the stamp of hunger on his face. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. No one had ever transformed her into this needy creature willing to crawl, to beg for the burn of his possession.
“Do it,” she rasped, ordered. “Do it now.”
He didn’t make her wait. His mouth flattened, and again, his other hand grazed her flesh as he aligned his flesh with hers. The broad tip nudged her folds, and without hesitation, she sank down on him.
The air propelled from her lungs as if with every bit of her he claimed, she expelled breath, needing to make room for him. A long, high whimper swirled in her chest, scrambling for her throat, desperate for release. Each inch of his cock stretched her, branded her. This position didn’t allow her to hold back; it opened her wide for his inexorable siege on her sex, her senses, her...
No. She shut that down. Quick. No going there.
“Open your eyes,” Erik demanded, and the steel in his command—because it was nothing less than a command—left no room for anything but her obedience. His hands gripped her hips, stilling her. “You good? You with me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Leaning forward, she kissed his throat, licking it and sucking on the golden, damp skin. “Yes,” she repeated for added emphasis.
Rolling her hips, she gasped, pleasure rocking through her, sharp and breath stealing. Fingernails digging into the dense muscle of his shoulders, she pushed down, driving the last few thick inches of him inside her.
She shook, full body tremors at the depth and power of his possession. Her feminine muscles quivered and spasmed around his cock, adjusting to this invasion, this taking. He filled her—filled her to the point that she felt nothing but him. Inside her. Under her. Surrounding her. She was a castle laid siege to, wasted and left with nothing but ashes.
Oh yes, ashes. Because by the time he was through with her, that’s what he would render her to.
And she’d gladly throw herself as a willing sacrifice to burn.
Cupping his face between her palms, she tilted his head back. Lowering hers, she brushed her lips over his but didn’t claim his kiss. Instead, their breath mingled, mated, fucked.
Then she moved.
Up. Down. Roll. Grind.
She repeated the pattern, and that long, weighty dick stroked her in places she hadn’t known existed. Hitting spots that scattered stars behind her eyelids.
Up. Down. Roll. Grind.
She took and he gave. He demanded and she surrendered. The slide and slap of their bodies punctuated the room. His rumbled orders and her whispered pleas peppered the air.
Up. Down. Roll. Grind.
Even though she straddled him, rode him, she didn’t wield the control. He did. His big palms grasped her hips and guided them in a punishing and erotic rhythm that hurtled her toward a climatic end that would do just that...end her. He held her still while he powered into her sex, imprinting himself on her so she would feel him hours, days later.
He owned her.
Cries tumbled free of her lips, straight into his mouth, and when he lowered a hand, sliding it between them to circle and pinch her clit, he slung her into oblivion.
There was nothing gentle or easy about this orgasm. Its power and intensity ripped her apart, breaking her, and leaving nothing to scrape together afterward. It was raw, rude and wild. The cataclysmic pleasure didn’t respect her personal boundaries but consumed her whole.
And as he strained beneath her, pistoning into her sex in hard, abrupt thrusts before stiffening with a low roar, she knew, nothing would be the same for her again.
CHAPTER FIVE
JEREMYWASGOINGto kill him.
