“Tell me how bad you want it.” I kiss her jaw, then move, biting at the sensitive spot beneath her ear. She shudders, her breath stuttering, her thighs tightening around my waist.
I roll my hips, dragging a groan from her throat.
“Tell me,” I demand again, voice sharp, almost brutal. “Tell me you’re mine, baby. That you want me to fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me tomorrow.”
A whimper breaks free, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me closer now.
“I want you,” she finally gasps, breathless, desperate. “I want all of you.”
A sharp, dark grin curves my lips.
“You’re gonna get it.”
I carry her to the bed, tossing her down onto the mattress.
She bounces slightly, her hair splaying out around her, her chest rising and falling too fast. I stand over her, taking a second to just look.
She’s flushed, lips parted, pupils dark and needy. Her thighs squeeze together, already aching for friction.
Mine.
“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” I murmur, unbuttoning my shirt, watching the way her eyes drop to my hands, to my chest as I shrug it off.
She licks her lips. “Tell me.”
A dark chuckle rumbles through me as I grip her ankle and drag her to the edge of the bed. She gasps, but I’m already there, pushing her legs apart, slotting myself between them.
“I think I’d rather show you,” I growl.
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head, pressing my body over hers, letting her feel every inch of me, every ounce of control I refuse to give up.
She whimpers and, fuck, that sound—I swear it goes straight to my cock.
“Is this what you want?” I tease, grinding against her, my cock heavy against the softest part of her. “Or do you need me to take it further?”
She squirms, already trying to chase it, already trying to take more.
I smirk. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, her cheeks flushed because she knows what I’m doing. But she likes it. She bites her lip, then, in the softest, most wrecked voice, she whispers, “I need more.”
I rip her shirt, tossing it somewhere behind me. My hands roam, palms dragging over her bare skin, learning her, memorizing every inch.
Her body is mine to explore, mine to own. I slip my fingers under the waistband of her underwear, dragging them down, slow, torturous, because I want her desperately.
I kiss down her neck, teeth grazing, biting just hard enough to make her gasp.
“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy,” I murmur against her skin. “Walking around in my house like you belong here. Like you don’t know how bad I want you.”
She shivers, her legs spreading wider as my hands grip her thighs, squeezing, kneading.
“Hopper . . .” Her breath stutters when I spread her open, my thumb dragging slow, teasing circles where she needs it most.
“So fucking wet for me,” I mutter, my voice dark, rough.
She gasps, hips lifting, trying to take more.
But I’m not letting her have it that easy.
