“That’s it, Temptress,” I said. “Take. It. Show me how much you hate this.”
She arched her back, exposing her throat. She looked like a fucking goddess, laid bare and vulnerable. I didn’t give her asecond to adjust before I drove into her again, making sure she felt each brutal stroke.
And Cadence, she took every inch like the good little wife she was.
I slammed my hips forward. Skin smacked against skin, echoing off the stone. Cadence whimpered, and the sound was enough to bring me to my knees.
“Is that all you’ve got?” she said, breathless, her voice wrecked. “Pathetic.”
A dark chuckle rumbled low in my chest as I yanked her head back by her hair. My mouth skimmed her ear, and I said, “Careful, mate. I’ll break you, but only if you beg me first.”
I pistoned in and out, every movement brutal and punishing. She met me thrust for thrust, trying to take more of me.
She was greedy and fucking perfect.
Air hissed between her lips as her cunt clenched around me.
“Don’t you dare fucking come, Temptress,” I warned, dragging my teeth along the curve of her throat.
Cadence shuddered beneath me.
“You’re so wet for me,” I said, my voice raw. “Taking me like you were born to ride my cock.”
Her breath hitched, and she fisted one hand against the stone, the other clawing for purchase in the empty air. I didn’t let her regain her bearings as I released my hold on her hair, instead pinning her arm at the base of her spine. I wanted her off-balance, needy, always reaching for something only I could give her.
She was close. I could feel her cunt quivering, but she hadn’t earned her release.
Not yet.
I slowed my strokes, savoring the tension in her body, the way she danced on the edge of surrender. Her back bowed, musclestrembling beneath my hand, as she tried and failed to grind down on my cock.
Sweat slicked her spine, and the scent of her arousal mixed with the iron tang of blood from the split in my lip.
I fucking loved it.
Pressing my palm harder between her shoulder blades, I ground her pretty face into the stone.
She was so close to breaking.
Cadence tried to throw me off with a sharp twist of her hips, but I tightened my hold.
“I told you, not yet.” My voice was thick with need, almost unrecognizable.
Cadence laughed. She fucking laughed. “Maybe you’re not enough.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
My palm moved to her hip, and I gripped her so tightly I knew she’d bruise, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to remember this moment.
Then my hand dipped lower, sliding between her legs, as my fingers grazed her clit. The lewd, wet sounds filling the room every time I thrust into her were evidence enough of how much I was affecting her.
“Beg for it, Cadence, and maybe I’ll give you what you need,” I growled against her ear. The scent of her sweat and sex filled my lungs, igniting the beast within me. “You want to come? You’ll have to fucking beg me for it.”
She thrashed, full of fight yet so needy.
“Beg, Temptress. Show me that mouth is good for something other than lying.”
I slammed into her, grinding her hips into the rough stone. Her body jerked. Another moan tore out of her, ragged and ravenous.
