I didn’t give a sexy run, all dainty and playacting. Ibolted,full speed down the corridor as adrenaline pulsed through me. Hair flying and heart pumping.
Behind me came the most delicious sound, his surprised laugh turning into a feral growl,
the thud of his feet against the floor. The unmistakable rhythm of a man giving chase with one thing on his mind.
'Amanda!' he called, his voice echoing through the hall. 'Princess, you’re wasting your time. I’ll have you on the floor in seconds.'
I darted around a corner, nearly wiping out on a rug, just catching myself on the wall before sprinting onward. Lamps cast warm pools of light across the old floorboards. Shadows flickered past me as I ran into the drawing room, skimming around furniture like my life depended on it.
For a few glorious seconds, I actually thought I’d lost him.
Then an arm slid around my waist from behind, tightening until I felt just how excited Henry was against my back.
'Got you,' he breathed, voice dark.
He spun me against the wall and pressed his mouth to mine, all molten heat and unrestrained hunger. I gave in to him, melting beneath his touch. When he slid a hand beneath my dress, I arched off the wall, aching for more.
It was molten — a claiming without pressure, a question and an answer all at once.
I arched into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, unable to stop the hungry sound that slipped out of me.
But some feral little part of me wanted to provoke him. So I bit down on his lower lip until I tasted metal. Just a slight nip, really, but enough that his hold lapsed.
A beat of silence throbbed between us as he touched his finger to his lip and viewed the red it left. A sharp inhale. And then a low anddangerouslaugh.
'Oh, you’re going to regret that,' he whispered.
I slid out from under his arm and ran again.
This time, the chase didn’t last long. He stormed after me, my socks slipping on the flagstones as I hit the bottom of the main staircase. Halfway up, he grabbed my foot and set me stumbling forward, both of us landing on the stairs, him pinning me.
My half-hearted writhing was no match for his strength.
'You’re an animal!' I gasped between hysterical laughter.
He adjusted his grip, hauling my dress high and exposing my ass to the house. Using his thighs to pin my legs together, he landed three heavy spanks to my backside, my breath whooshing out as I moaned.
‘That’s for biting me.’
I heard a zip behind me, his legs keeping mine pinned tightly together.
‘And this,’ he said, sliding the metal-coated tip of him against my heat, ‘Is for being such a beautiful, wild little thing.’
I quaked against the stairs as he teased me, rubbing his piercing over my clip, then up to my entrance, then maddeningly back downward to my clit again.
‘Henry,’ I begged, losing any semblance of wanting to run. I needed him like I needed to fucking breathe.
The house felt bigger as we lay on the stairs, every creak and noise amplified. Each of his breaths made me writhe. I tried to move backwards, but he used one hand to pin my chest to the wooden treads while continuing to slide the head of his cock over me until I moaned.
‘I’ve thought about this moment again and again. About how it would feel to have you wet and begging for me.’ Henry slid into me in one ragged movement. With the way he had me pinned, the feel of him sliding into the tightness made me cry out. The stretch was delicious, and he held himself there, fully enveloped in me. Both of his hands moved to the small of my back, holding me still.
Too still.
His fingers trembled against my waist.
‘Don’t fucking move,’ he said, his voice thick with need. ‘I should have used a condom, and if you move even one inch, I’m pretty sure I’m going to coat your insides.’
Heat hit my cheeks.
