I love his voice, it wraps me up and surrounds me like a warm blanket, blocking out the dread that’s to come. Right now, I’m his.
“I wanted to take my time with you, but if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be responsible for what happens.”
The words thrill me, and a wave of lust twists my belly up into a series of tangled knots.
I step forward until I’m right in front of him. I take his hands in mine, and the rumble that rips from his chest is like thunder. My body reacts, but I stroke his hands, hands that I’ve grown to love. Hands that are stained with motor oil in the crevices that have a smudge of dirt beneath the square, blunt nails. I rub my fingers down the callouses of the fingertips, lower, to the work-roughened palms. I bring them up in the air, lift them to take in the scars there, the little white ridges that dot the bronze surface. His veins stand out there too, those rivers that course through his body, pulsing with life.
“Beautiful,” I say breathily. “You’re so incredibly beautiful. I love you, Steel. All of me belongs to you. Always will. Even after I’m gone.”
His eyes grow heavy. He doesn’t take my meaning literally because he can’t. He doesn’t know that I’m going to lure him to the Devil and leave him in hell. I can only hope that he’s strong enough to fight his way out.
“Enough looking at me.” He growls, and I love the sex in his voice. It rasps over my skin like sandpaper and a flurry of goosebumps erupt. “I’m gonna have you, in every possible way. You’re gonna be mine, hard and rough, slow and sweet. Here.” His hand snakes down and cups my denim-covered sex, and I let out a gasp. “And here.” He lets his fingers slide back to a place I never dreamed a man would touch me. “Here.” He brings his fingers up, running them roughly over my lips. “Fucking everywhere, because you’re mine.”
He claims me with his words, with his hands, which are everywhere, flying over my clothes, ripping at my shirt until it’s tugged away, tearing my bra so hard off my chest that I don’t doubt the clasp is ruined. His nimble fingers rip open the button on my jeans, and he tugs them, along with my panties, roughly down my legs, so hard that my skin burns.
After I’m naked, he steps back and lets his gaze linger over me, long and slow. Satisfaction and primal hunger glisten in his eyes.
“Mine,” he says with a shallow breath.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yours. Make me yours.”
He kicks off his boots and tugs down his boxers and jeans. He kicks them both away and stands before me, the most beautiful being in the entire world.
My eyes widen when I see his cock. God, I’ve had it inside of me already, but seeing it straining, huge, with thick veins wrapping around the shaft, the tip purple and glistening, a cock that’s as powerful and godlike as the rest of him, I’m just… undone. He is terrifying, and it’s thrilling in an animalistic, raw as fuck way that makes my entire being come alive like I’ve just been electrocuted.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands. “I want that sweet peach ass in the air so I can spread you wide as I watch my cock split your sweet little cunt wide open. Want to watch your pearly juices dribble down your thighs as I claim you.”
Fuck. I’ve never heard anyone talk like that, only him, and it brings my blood to the surface in a heated rush. I hurry to comply because I want everything he promises me. I want his hands on me, I want his cock in me, I want him to makeme his, make me his so that whatever happens, we’ll be joined together for eternity.
I barely have time to scramble up onto the bed before his hands are on me. He grips my thighs roughly, spreading them apart before his hands travel up. He cups my ass in both his palms, kneading his fingers roughly into my flesh. I mewl and whimper and spread my legs wider, opening myself up to him, loving how dirty and raw all of it is.
I balance on my elbows, lowering my head to watch between my legs, panting at the sight of him palming his big cock. He runs his hands from the crown down his shaft, smearing his arousal down himself. He twists his wrist, pumping himself a few more times and I squirm beneath the other hand still digging into the flesh of my hips and ass.
He groans. “You want this cock?”
“Yes.” I don’t care if I’m begging.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want it,” I moan.
“What do you want? I want to hear you say it.”
“I want your cock,” I cry out. “Please, Steel. I want your cock inside of me.”
“Where, darlin’?”
He shifts his hand and parts my ass cheeks, running a finger already coated in his wetness over the tight pucker. I stiffen, the sensation strange and taboo. He presses up against my bud, and the burning pressure hurts for a second but then morphs into a roaring pleasure that makes my legs tremble.
“N-not there,” I stammer. “You’ll never fit.”
“One day I’m gonna claim you there,” he promises, his voice so dark and rich that I shiver.
“I want you in my—my pussy,” I say, the word sounding both wrong and thrilling on my tongue.
“Feel me,” he commands, and I can tell that he is losing grip on the reins of control.
I love that I am the one to bring him to it, to this aching brink.
