"Give in to me, baby," he purrs along my jawline.
I tilt my head back to grant him better access to my neck and he takes it. Trailing wet kisses all across my flaming skin. "No," I breathe.
He smiles against my skin. "My little fighter. You won't back down will you?"
"No."
His lips brush against mine as he says, "That's what I fucking love about you." He plunges his tongue inside my mouth and kisses me savagely. There's a fierce hunger on both of our ends,as well as the fight for dominance. Our tongues lash at one another's as our teeth clash. It's animalistic. Raw and hungry.
As he breaks our kiss my lips tingle. "I tell you what, baby," he begins hotly, "you admit that you're my pretty little fuck toy and I'll lose the restraints and remove the blindfold."
It's enticing. With my hands free I'll be able to inflict some sweet torture on him. Return the favor.
"But it's now or never," he warns.
I swallow. "I'm your pretty little fuck toy," I repeat huskily.
"Fucking right you are." His presses a hard kiss to my lips. I'm left breathless as he works on freeing me of the blindfold and restraint.
My eyes flutter open as I take in the soft light of the bedroom. He rubs at my lightly reddened wrists, bringing back the circulation, and it feels so good that I let out a moan.
Oak's eyes meet mine and I see the hint of concern. It bleeds in his voice as he asks, "They weren't too tight, were they?"
Any other time I would've teased him, but I know that won’t do any good. I do, however, lightly respond, "I was too busy being sexually tortured to care."
The concern fades away as his lips twitch. "Sexual torture."
I nod my head smiling. "Mmhmm. It seems you're the master of it."
Amusement lights his face. "Am I the master of your body, baby?"
I writhe underneath of him and his cock hits my clit. "You know you are."
He traces my swollen lips and I nip the pad of his thumb before soothing it with a kiss. "You're a siren, Grace. I knew it from the moment I met you. You called to me and I never stood a fucking chance at resisting."
My heart fucking soars.
This man. This beautiful man with the biggest heart and a fighting spirit. This beautiful man who is seen as intimidating is soft for me and the ones he cares for. And he's mine.
"I love you, Oak."
"Grace, I love you." Surprising me he lifts me off the bed and slams my body against the nearest wall. He hitches my thighs around his waist, spreading me wide, and slowly sinks himself inside me. I feel every delicious inch of him. And despite the slight discomfort from how huge he is and how sensitive I am, I also feel the pleasure zapping through me.
I dig my heels in his ass, which elicits a wild groan from him. When he seats himself all the way inside me my walls clench around him and my heels dig in deeper.
His fingers bury themselves in my outer thigh. "Every time I'm inside you it's like it's the first time," he groans. He pulls halfway out and just as slowly thrusts back in. It's a slow burn that's driving me mad, but it feels too good to complain. "It's Heaven, being inside you is my own piece of Heaven."
He slams his lips down on mine and I kiss him back with as much fervor. As his tongue tangles with my own he fucks me long and hard. Each time he hits that special spot it has me mumbling unintelligible words.
My nails claw against his back, and it only makes him fuck me harder.
And I'm so close, I'm so close to reaching that pinnacle again, but this time I can feel that he's close too. I know he is.
The wild lust crazed look in his eyes, the uneven breaths, the way his cock swells inside me and how he's picked up his brutalizing rhythm.
He's just as close as I am.
This is my only shot.
