“You are the only one,” he rasped, looking down at my body, like a starving man looking at a feast.
“The only one?”
“I want to taste you,” he growled, his eyes snapping up to meet mine.
He was waiting for permission.
Why was this ruthless man being so timid with me?
“You kill people,” I said without thought.
“Yes.”
“You enjoy it.”We both knew that.
“Yes.”
“You take what you want.”
“Never with you.”
My mouth fell open, and he smirked.
It was small, but it had the power to shake the Earth.
“Why are you waiting for my permission when I already said I want you?” I asked, my brows coming together in confusion.
“Karina, I respect you. I may be a monster, but when I go to hell, it won’t be for taking something that wasn’t offered to me.”
There’s my Collin—my Col.
I remained silent, staring up into those eyes I adored so much. Timidly, I reached up to trace my index finger down his jawline, memories of last night causing butterflies to form in my stomach. His hand snapped to my throat and I moaned as he pressed his erection against my soaked core. The contact shocked me. Second confirmation; he washuge.
“Col,” I gasped softly—a damn near whimper. My clit was humming with need, desperate for friction.
This man could rip me in half if he wanted. He clenched his jaw as he began to move his hips against me. My eyes rolled back; my spine arched, wanting to be closer to him. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers stroked the base of his skull, the rough edges of his shaved head adding even more sensations to the mix.
He was jagged and sharp. I was soft.
“Let me be perfectly clear, angel. I value consent.” His voice was harsh and rough, and I opened my eyes to find him glaring down at me like a mad man. He thrusted against me. Hard. The force of his hips moved the desk.
I gasped, my arms tightening around his neck. “Col.”
“I am not a gentle lover,” he growled. “The second you say yes, you are mine and mine only. I only need to hear it once, do you understand? You say that three letter word, then I fuck youwheneverandhoweverI want. Your body will belong to me. I will own you.” He squeezed my throat, humping me faster.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back against the wood. My legs wrapped around him instinctively, my ankles locking just above his ass, earning me a growl that resided in his chest. He made the hottest sounds. It was fucking porn to me. Ilovedit. His erection rubbed my clit, up and down…up and down. I knew his pants were probably soaked with me. I loved that too. I wanted himcoveredin me.
“Say it, angel. Say that word for me.”
The friction of his pants, the hardness of his erection, the weight of his clothed body on top of mine, his voice. It was all too much. I reached my peak; I couldn’t stop it—I didn’t want to. My back arched up, my neck following suit, and my legs squeezed him as I cried out. “Yes!” I chanted over and over.
He released me, growling my name.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He shoved two fingers into me, and a sound escaped me I'd never heard before. Raw and animalistic. I hadn’t slept with anyone in years...
He let out a sound, matching mine.
I wanted to hear it again.
