I was so wet and hot. When I was finally able to focus, I licked my lips in appreciation. His body was a thing of beauty, carved from the finest stone. His chest was even broader without his shirt and the ink that I’d admired before was covering a portion of his chest and abdomen. Every muscle was completely defined, his arms so muscular I wouldn’t be able to fit one hand around even his forearm.
He was keenly aware I was in awe, smirking as I dropped my gaze ever so slowly from his chest to the thickness between his legs. My God. Every inch of him was a thing of beauty. His cockwas long and hard, so wide my mouth watered and I wondered how in the world it would fit inside me.
But I was hungry, eager to test the thought. There was no sense in denying the way I felt. My entire body was glistening from his sweat, my nipples hard as diamonds. As he crowded between my legs once again, a strange sense of understanding passed between us. While he wasn’t asking me to give myself to him, he knew I wasn’t about to refuse. The connection was undeniable.
Yet even with the desire keeping me adrift in a haze of lust and need, I twisted to try to get away. His single growl, low and husky, was almost enough to keep me pinned in place. But he wasn’t taking any chances, yanking first one then my other arm over my head, easily wrapping my wrists with his fingers. While he didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. His eyes were the telling statement, a commanding message that as of right now, I belonged to him.
I should feel shame, but there was nothing washing over me but the intensity of a strange and powerful yearning. He laid claim with one brutal thrust, filling me completely.
Gasping, I fought with his hold as my muscles strained to accept him. The way his dark eyes scorched into mine kept me hypnotized, but the wave of discomfort brought a scream. He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he waited for my body to adapt. The same few seconds of concern I’d seen before was evident by the hard clenching of his jaw.
But the moment was over swiftly as he pulled out, plunging into me again.
“Breathe for me, angel. Just breathe.” His words and tone were soft, more like a caress than a command. I was shocked how mybody adapted, the throb in my core already replacing pain with a joyous rush of emotions and sensations.
Another savage drive long and deep was followed by another wait. Another moment to adjust. His fingers dug into mine, holding me, keeping me as his. Strange thoughts invaded my mind as he slowed his motions, the rhythm and the way his massive body rocked mine allowing a sweet buzz in my ears.
His breathing was labored, matching mine, yet the sound he emitted wasn’t about exertion. It was primal, passionate. And full of uncontrollable need.
Just like the way I felt when I was with him. As if there was no way I could survive without his touch or his command of every inch. He yanked one leg across his thigh, the switch in the angle allowing him to hit the perfect spot.
Gasping again, I arched my back, only this time with no attempt to escape. I was trying to get closer, rocking with him.
He pushed up on the stairs, able to sweep his heated gaze down to my breasts. The heat from his body was more extreme, slicking mine with beads of sweat. His entire body was tense, every sinewy inch of him creating an almost desperate need to touch him.
Maybe he sensed my body was finally giving in, my mind acquiescing to his power and control because he let my hands go.
As soon as I rolled the tips of my fingers over his shoulder, I shuddered. The light touch seared my skin. I was shocked at the explosive nature of the hard fucking, ready to beg him to fuck me harder. Faster.
Deeper.
With every brutal stroke, I was pushed to a wall, all my inhibitions exposed and tossed away. Obliterated by a dangerous man with no conscience. And yet I hungered for more. I clenched my muscles, immediately rewarded with another even more guttural sound that floated all around us.
His rhythm was perfect, his cock slicing against my thick walls until the electric vibrations were too much to take. I fell headfirst, crashing into the wave of pleasure so powerful, my breath was stolen.
Stars swept across my vision, keeping me as much in awe as the way his cock controlled my pussy. The orgasm was even more incredible than the one before, draining me. Satisfying me.
But he wasn’t done, his stamina unlike any other man. His eyes were wide open, staring into mine as if he was turning the tables and searching into my soul.
As exhaustion and pure pleasure wrapped itself around me, I rubbed his arms, sensing his tension building. Every muscle was rock hard, every inch of him carved to perfection. I wanted nothing more than to be able to spend hours exploring, enjoying nothing more than the look of him.
He slowly lowered his head, nuzzling against my neck, the heat now oppressive. With a hard jerk, I closed my eyes knowing he was ready to erupt deep inside. My pussy continued to throb, drawing him in even deeper and when he came, his cock thickened, his actions exactly as I’d wanted. He was taking me. Every inch. Devouring me as I’d sensed earlier.
With every jerk of his body, I felt him filling me with his seed.
When he was finished, his ragged breathing tickled the skin on my neck. Very slowly he lifted his head. I was shocked when hekissed my lips, the action soft and sweet, completely different than what I’d felt earlier.
I expected him to pull out, to say something about keeping me his prisoner, but the spark returned to his eyes, the same hunger obliterating any exhaustion.
His cock was still hard, still throbbing.
When a smile slowly curled across his face, I knew the moment wasn’t over. Far from it.
“Don’t look so shocked, sweet Catherine. I’m not finished with you. Not by a long shot.”
There was nothing gentle about the man, certainly no real tenderness and as soon as he pulled out, he flipped me over. It was then I remembered we were still on the stairs, books scattered all around, the scent of our sex managing to fill the space.
He positioned me in such a way on all fours so he could collapse his body around mine and without hesitation, he thrust into me again. His actions were entirely different, as if he was finally losing control. With every brutal plunge, he jolted my body forward until I was clawing at the back edge of the wooden stairs. Trying to keep from falling.
