His eyes glint in the shadows, all dancing desire as he pulls my swimsuit off. I’ve never been so nervous in my life, but just like on horseback, his hands reassure me.
They’re firm as he lifts me onto the bed, hovers over me, and takes a heady moment, just breathing me in.
“Are you ready for me, duchess?”
So achingly ready.
But all I can do is nod, holding my breath as his eyes turn feral.
Then he pushes the blunt head of his cock against my entrance.
Time stops.
His mouth covers mine like a silent vow, swallowing my rough moan as he eases in, taking and filling and claiming, pulling my legs open with his hands on my knees.
“Fuck,” he rasps as his hips notch against mine.
We’re flush now, no space left between us, and it feels impossibly good.
“I… I’m not sure I can be quiet for this,” I say miserably.
He smothers a laugh, but his eyes are stark raving serious.
“You need to be, duchess. Fight it. Bite me if you have to.” His hand cups the back of my neck, and I press my lips against the curve of his shoulder. My teeth graze his skin and he pushes my face into him. “You want to ride the storm, you have towhisper.Can you do that?”
“Yesss,” I say mindlessly. “O-okay.”
“Margot, can you do it?”
Truthfully, I’m not sure I’m capable of breathing like a normal person right now.
It still feels like parts of me are scattered on the other side of the universe, but yes, for him, I’lltry.
He pulls out and thrusts back in, slowly at first, then gaining speed.
Our bodies fit like destiny, every stroke deeper and warmer than before.
I bite back a louder moan, finding my missing pieces in every thrust.
“Yeah?” He grunts a question, the word harsh and needy, and I lean back.
“Touch me,” I demand, urgent and needy.
He brings his fingers back to my clit, finding the swollen, sensitive nub and drawing tiny circles around it. “Like this? Your new addiction?”
My breaths are tiny moans.
The sound of our bodies coming together is too loud in this quiet space, deafening, even if I know it’s just in my head.
He laughs as his fingers find my breasts again, cupping them with a possessive squeeze.
The noise he makes is bestial when he rolls my nipple.
My body is a lit fuse, and it’s only a matter of time until I explode.
Again.
Right on his bare, pumping cock.
