I feel theheatof him splitting me open, and fire pools low in my belly, squeezing tighter--
Tighter--
Close--
So close--
He stops.
My cunt pulses violently around his motionless shaft.
Need.
Need.
NEED.
“Not yet.” His voice is gravel, but the command is absolute.
My whimper dies against the blanket.
This man is going to kill me.
He withdraws completely, and the sudden emptiness is literally physical agony.
Then he flips me over and his calloused hands haul me upright.
Before I can beg, he’s lifting me like I weight nothing.
My legs instinctively lock around his waist.
He carries me to the wall, and slams my back against the cold stone near the fireplace.
The shock of it steals my breath.
One corded and ridged forearm brackets my spine as he slams back inside me.
Deeper.
Harder.
Owning me utterly.
Yes--
Fuck--
YES--
His mouth crashes onto mine, his teeth scraping my lip.
I taste myself on his tongue.
One hand fists in my hair, wrenching my head back. “Look. At. Me.”
I do.
Blue eyes, dark as midnight, burn into mine.
