He’s still kissing me, slow and relentless, but his eyes are locked on mine. Daring me. Inviting me. Like hewantsthe real answer.
Something deep inside me—something I usually keep locked up—starts to stir.
I swallow hard. “You really want to know?”
He bites my lower lip. Gently. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
I exhale, shaky and embarrassed, heart pounding out a confession I’ve never said out loud.
“I’ve always wanted to be…taken.” The words are barely a whisper. “Like, no slow build. No asking nicely. Just—pushed up against something, panties ripped off, hands held down, knowing he’s stronger, but trusting him—you—to take just the right care of me.”
There’s a beat of silence.
And then his grip tightens and his eyes darken. His voice drops, rough and low, in my ear.
“Cassie.”
“Yeah?”
“You have no idea what you just started.”
Before I can blink, he spins me around, both wrists caught in one of his hands and pinned high above my head. My cheek hits the cool wall, and his body is pressed behind mine, hard and unyielding.
His other hand trails up the back of my thigh beneath my shorts. Teasing. Threatening.
“You want rough?” he growls. “You want to feel just how much I want you? You wanna betaken?”
A strangled sound escapes my throat. “Yes.”
“Because that’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about since the moment I saw you tonight.”
“Yes. Please.”
“So tell me whose pussy this is tonight.”
I gasp, every nerve in my body lighting up like a live wire.
“It’s yours,” I whisper. “Just for tonight.”
He chuckles darkly. “That’s all I need.”
Then he drops to his knees.
His hands find my waistband, yanking open the button of my shorts with one swift tug. “These are cute,” he mutters, voice like gravel, as he peels them down, inch by inch, dragging the denim over my hips. “But they’re in my way.”
He helps me step out of them, then reaches for my flannel, tugging it off my arms with care that doesn’t match the hunger in his eyes. Now I’m in just a fitted tank and panties, my chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
He pauses to look at me and something carnal flickers behind his eyes.
“Perfect.”
He runs his hands up my thighs, slow, possessive, then hooks his fingers in my panties.
“These, too,” he says, roughly. “Gone.”
He slides them down, lips brushing the inside of my thigh as he goes. When his mouth finally reaches my pussy, I nearly cry out.
His tongue finds me instantly, licking slow and deep like he’s savoring the taste. His hands grip my ass, holding me open, controlling every movement.
