I was off my feet, Creed’s arm banded around my waist, and I was pressed against the glass window overlooking the city skyline.The cold bit into my skin, a stark contrast to the fire blazing between us.
“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”he rasped, his hand fisting into my hair, gently jerking my head back so my eyes met his in the reflection of the window.His pupils were wide, the storm inside him completely unleashed.
I should have been afraid.But all I felt was thrilled.
“Make me stop,” I whispered, my lips parting in a challenge.
His body went rigid.For one terrifying, exhilarating second, I thought I had finally pushed too far.
And then—
Creed spun me around so fast my back was against the glass, my breath escaping in a sharp gasp.His hands were everywhere—gripping, pulling, owning.He kissed a line down to my nipple.That warm, firmly sucking mouth latched onto the tip.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice dark with possession, as he slipped another nipple into his mouth, his fingers wrapping around my throat, pressing just enough to remind me who was in control.“Say it.”
My body trembled, but not from fear.
“Say.It.”
My skirt was shoved up, his free hand slipping between my legs, his touch ruthless, sending pleasure ricocheting through me.
“I’m yours, Sir,” I gasped, my nails clawing at his shoulders as he spread my thighs.
“Wrap your legs around my waist and let me in.”
As soon as I locked my ankles, Creed gripped my ass and slammed inside me so fast my head fell back against the window.
I saw beautiful stars.
A desperate cry escaped me, but it was swallowed by his mouth as he devoured me, punishing and relentless, his lips bruising, his movements feral.
“Mine,” Creed panted as he began to fuck me with fast, deep strokes.I pushed my hips down to meet his powerful thrusts, throwing my arms above my head.
Each thrust was a confession.Each breath a surrender.
“You haunted me,” he growled.“Every fucking day.”
I arched into him, matched him, held him.
He faltered.Just for a second.Just long enough to whisper, “I hate that I need you so much.”
“I know,” I whispered.
And then he was moving again, faster, harder.
Again.And again.
Until I had nothing left to give him.
Until I shattered so completely, I forgot my own name.
One second, I was clinging to him as he bucked hard and pounded his beautiful cock into me.The next, my body was clamping tightly around his erection.We reached the edge together—bodies shaking, breath stolen, sanity long gone.I barely registered when it ended.When the storm settled just enough for reality to creep back in.
And then silence.Thick.Absolute.
Creed stayed frozen, his body still deep inside mine, his head bowed.I waited—for words, for something real.And I knew the second he pulled back, the second I saw the wreckage in his stormy gray eyes, that this emotional fight between us was far from over.
His lips parted, but no words came.And then...he pulled out slowly, lifted his zipper, and fastened his belt.
