The pain subsided into pure pleasure as his thumb played with my clit while he fucked me.
Fucked me hard and violent, like the devil he was.
My nails scratched at the sheets, at his hands on my thighs, at my own skin as I writhed beneath him, forgetting he’d told me not to touch him.
I gasped, moaned, cried out his name.
And I lost it.
Every thought in my head dissolved as pleasure overtook me. My body shook as my muscles twitched beneath my skin.
Heat surged from my pelvis, straight between my legs, and as the orgasm shattered through me, I felt ready for another one.
I was turning into a greedy Fawn.
His gaze rose from between my legs, where they’d been glued to since he thrust in me the first time, to mine. They were intense, narrowed, and I swore, for the first time, I saw an emotion that wasn’t hatred.
The anger had melted into something else.
Something shifted between us as we stared at each other. He rotated his hips, changing his angle, and hit the perfect spot. His eyes stayed rooted to mine as he moved our bodies together.
“Shit.” He stopped mid-thrust.
Before I could ask what the problem was, he muttered, “I don’t fuck women while looking them in the eye.”
“What?” I stuttered, staring at him in disbelief, but he only kept moving.
Kept fucking me and looking me in the eye.
It was as if the words meant nothing once they’d left his mouth.
I hated every time our eye contact broke as his grunts turned rougher. The bed slammed against the wall in heavy thuds, mixing with our moans and ragged breaths.
I admired every expression that crossed his face.
Each time he drove deeper, he bit down on his bottom lip.
Each time he pulled back, he released it.
Over and over and over.
His eyes would shut, then open.
His face would tighten, then ease.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect, Blair,” he groaned before pulling himself out of me.
I frowned at the sudden loss of him, as if I’d misplaced my favorite fucking teddy bear. This man would be my goddamn ruin. I knew it.
He inched back, his bottom hitting his shins, and he made a circle with his finger. “Turn around for me, Blair. Stick your ass in the air.”
When I didn’t move fast enough because I was still processing his demand, he slid away from me. I gasped when he grabbed my waist, flipped me to my knees, and slapped my ass before pointing it in the air. I held myself up with my elbows.
“So wet.” He came up behind me and slid his finger through my warmth. “That’s your sweet cum with my pre-cum, Blair.” Another slap to my ass. “Put your hand between your legs. I want you to taste us.”
When I didn’t do that, he slapped the other cheek.
I dropped my hand, lowering it to do what he’d ordered, and brought the taste to my lips.
