I guided her head, setting a ruthless pace that had her gagging. Her tongue worked the underside of my cock as she hollowed her cheeks, and I saw fucking stars.
I felt myself edging closer to release, and it took everything in me to push her away. She resisted, trying to force my orgasm from me when I wasn’t ready. When she sat back on her heels, astring of saliva connected her to my cock, and I glared down at her as she gasped for breath.
She stared up at me, her lips swollen and her eyes watering. Even in her disheveled state, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.
“Stand up,” I said, my voice rough with need.
She rose gracefully, never breaking eye contact. I grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around and pressing her against the wall with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs. My hand found her nape, pinning her cheek to the cold stone.
“Is this what you wanted? To provoke me?”
“Perhaps,” she panted, arching her back. “Or maybe I just wanted to see if you could handle me.”
“Oh, I can handle you, Temptress. The question is whether you can handle me.”
“Do your worst,” she said, taunting me.
I tore at her clothing, desperate to feel her skin against mine. The fabric gave way beneath my assault, and she gasped as cool air hit her exposed flesh. I didn’t give her time to adjust before my hands were on her, mapping every curve, every hollow with my tongue.
She tasted like salt and nectar, intoxicating me with each press of my lips. I marked her collarbone, her shoulder, claiming every inch of her as mine.
Cadence whimpered, and I chuckled against the curve of her neck. “Something you need, Temptress?” She bucked her hips, pressing her ass against my groin in invitation. “Use your words, Cadence,” I said as I took the lobe of her ear between my teeth. “I want to hear you beg.”
“Please, Ryker.”
“Please, what? Please touch my pussy? Please give you my cock? Tell me what you need, Temptress?”
“All of it,” she said as a shudder raced down her spine.
I slipped my fingers between her folds, pushing inside her cunt and finding her drenched for me. “Mmh, so wet for me, Temptress.”
She bucked her hips, desperately seeking more friction.
“I own you. Say it.”
She stiffened beneath my hold, and I waited, another barb sitting on the tip of my tongue.
“You own me.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, hardly believing my own ears. I needed to be inside her more than I needed my next breath.
I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at the apex of her thighs. The head of my cock slid through her slick heat, and the sensation almost undid me. But I held back, savoring the moment before I claimed her.
“Say it again,” I demanded, pressing the tip against her entrance.
“You own me.”
I didn’t care if it was her desperation talking. Hearing those words from her mouth fucking unraveled me, shattering what remained of my restraint.
I slammed into her with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, her body arching off the stone as she took every inch of me. The tight grip of her walls around my cock was pure perfection — hot, wet, andmine.
“Gods,” she said, her fingers scratching against the stone for purchase as I stretched her.
I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving her harder against the wall. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through our chambers, mingling with her breathless moans.
When I thought she was about to come, I slowed my pace only to slam forward again, hard enough that she was sobbing my name.
Each thrust was a claim, marking her as mine.
