I bury my fingers into the soft mattress. The grunt he made is like an electrical current shooting through his dick and straight to my clit. The aftershock spurs the heat swirling in my lower belly, and he hasn’t even inserted his cock yet.
He makes me want to let go completely. Even if he drags me down into the dark depths of his soul, I could acquaint myself with the real Colten—the one who uses dominance as a barrier to protect the vulnerable parts of his heart.
Although if he’s right and I’ve held control the entire time I’ve been here, does that mean just the mere thought of me chips away at the wall he always keeps guarded?
If I run with the power and wield it in a way that allows me to peer through a hole in the barricade, maybe I’ll get to familiarize myself with the man who has clearly never told anyone else before me that the ink embedded under his skin is for his mom.
I saw the flash in his eyes. The disbelief.
It was evident that he didn’t mean to confess that fact out loud. I wanted to push further—uncover the hidden meaningbehind the apple over his heart. The healthy branches with leaves crawl across his chest and shoulder until they reach his lower arm and abdomen, the falling, decaying leaves turning into the feathers of crows.
It’s breathtakingly beautiful and haunting.
There’s so much importance in the tattoo. I felt it in the way my fingertips graced his skin, as if the ink would soak into my fingertips and enlighten me. My curiosity is still killing me, but if he somehow felt comfortable enough to let that secret slip, then maybe it’s only a matter of time before he trusts me enough to let me in.
He grips my thighs and straightens his posture. With one rapid tug, he hauls my ass to the edge of the bed, using his palms to drift over the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. He softly pushes them into the comforter, opening me up to him.
Lowering himself onto his knees, he situates himself comfortably on the floor. I lift my head, observing as his head moves between my legs, peppering sensual kisses along my skin. He moves deliberately, shifting from one leg to the other, ensuring each gets the attention they deserve.
Colten’s skillful tongue trails upward until it contacts my clit. I wince, grinding into his mouth.
His palm contacts my inner thigh with a slap, followed by the nip of my clit. A squeak I’ve never heard before emanates from my mouth.
“Look at you dripping for me, Little Ghost,” he praises against my folds. “I want to see how much you can take before you make a mess on my sheets.”
His tongue flits across my sensitive center in slow, teasing strokes. He inserts his middle finger, moving it in a come-hither motion that has my chest tightening and my spine coiling in pleasure.
Without any warning, his finger withdraws, and he pushes my arousal down to my ass, pressing into my other hole. I stretch around him, my body trying to adjust to the intrusion.
Holy hell.
I’m so wet for this man that the pain is brief, momentarily before his finger starts moving more fluidly.
His other hand joins, sliding two fingers into my cunt. The wet sound filling the room forces me to intake a lungful of air. Maybe it’s a kink of his if I pass out from the ecstasy.
I shouldn’t want that.
On second thought, maybe it would be a kink of mine.
His lips lift into a wicked smile against my clit as if he can read my thoughts. Colten’s tongue only provokes the already present stimulation as two fingers glide against my walls and another stretches my ass. My eyes roll to the back of my head, the pressure building and whirling like Colten is the hurricane crashing against my beach and shifting my sand.
“Oh, shit! Colten, I’m going to—”
“You’re not allowed to come unless it’s on my cock, Little Ghost.” Removing his fingers, he wraps them around the base of his cock, pumping himself with my arousal.
His cock is huge. It stretched my lips, but now that he is positioning himself at my entrance again, I’m worrying my bottom lip—chewing like I’m starving when I’m hungry for something entirely different.
His eyes flash ravenously, his thumb rubbing over my clit a few times before he lines himself up and pushes his hips forward.
Oh. My. Gosh.
No dildo or vibrator could’ve prepared me for this.
Prepared me for him.
The bed is the ideal height, giving him the perfect angle to thrust inside. His eyes stay locked on mine the entire time, hisfierce gaze enticing the tension between my legs to snap. My brows pull together, my body adjusting to his size.
His focus not once straying, he continues to bury himself in my pussy and says, “You feel my cock stretching you?” I shiver at his erogenous words as he reaches the hilt and pauses. “Goddamn, the way your body responds to me is fucking addicting, Taryn.”
