And… even if I don’t think I can do it…
Even if it’s going to end up killing me…
I want it. Ireallywant it.
When I stop shivering long enough to catch my breath, I thread my fingers through his hair pleadingly.
“Streeter. Please… inside. I need youinsideme.”
He raises his head, and his lips are glistening with spit and cum. He doesn’t hesitate when he shifts, sliding up the length of my body, slicking my chest and his with the evidence of my second orgasm. His mouth finds mine, and I have a moment to think the words again—fucking filthy—but I still open up when he kisses me, feeding me the taste of my pleasure still clinging to his tongue.
And when he leans back and positions himself between my legs, I can see the fire burning in his eyes.
“Ready for me, Hummingbird?”
A low sound catches in my throat when he finally rocks his hips forward and the sensation of him pressing inside me overwhelms my nerves. I feel like I’m going to go crazy—he’s slow, so slow it’s almost torture. So slow I’m wondering if he’s waiting for me to beg.
“Please,” I gasp after another inch, my body rocking up in an attempt to meet his. His fingers are strong on my hips, keeping me pinned in place with the same bruising strength that he used to cut someone’s head off in one swing of an ax. It’s… fuck.
Oh, fuck. It’s hot. There’s something so intoxicating about knowing he could kill me if he wanted to, but he’s using all that strength to keep me pinned while he absolutely owns my hole one slow, steady inch at a time, until I can feel my body shivering and the moisture on my skin is a mingle of sweat and tears that burn at my lashes.
It feelsgood.
He feels so good it’s almost unreal.
And his lips are warm when he leans down, spilling hot demands against my mouth.
“Say it again, Hummingbird.”
“Please, Streeter.” No pride. No hesitation. Just the need to give him whatever he wants if it means he’ll flex his hips. He rocks forward and bottoms out inside me, and his hand finally drifts from my hip to circle my cock. He gives one long, slow stroke that makes me cry out as he slides his body back and then slowly thrusts into me again.
It’s nearly too much with the way he edged me before, too much with how overstimulated I am.
Too much and not enough, and I whimper again. “More, please.” My lashes feel wet, and my vision is blurry as I look up at him—a halo of golden hair with the sun pouring in off the snow-white trees, and eyes made of pure fire.
Angel.
Devil.
I really don’t know, but I’m almost positive I signed my soul over to him either way.
“Mmm, so fucking pretty when you beg.” Streeter’s purred compliment tingles against my skin and I open my mouth, trying to decide if I want to blush or beg more when he suddenly thrusts forward hard enough that the air punches out of my lungs. At the same time, his hand slides from my hip, circling beneath me and rocking my body up so the thick head of his cockdrags against that same place he was pegging with his fingers earlier and my entire body lights up like a Christmas tree.
I can’t think
I can’t breathe.
All I can do isfeelit as Streeter shows me what it’s like to actually befucked, to beowned.
Tobelongto someone, because the pleasure licking along my spine curves and swoops across every nerve I have and brands me with his name.
He was right.
There’s not going to beanyoneafter this. Nothing could feel this good—nothing could walk this line of pleasure and danger.
I’m not sure there’s anyone in this world like Streeter.
I moan again, my skin still feeling flushed but his words from earlier playing in my head.
