And damn. His eyes.
His face.
His voice.
His smell.
I watch him free himself from his trousers and just look at him for a moment. I don’t move. I just stare. Fully stare. The city lights from the window find him—blue from somewhere, red from somewhere else— and I forget to be nervous. He has a beautiful dick. I don’t think that often, but he has the straight kind, long-shafted, the tip soft and pulsing red in the dark room. I lean forward and run my tongue along it—slowly, just once, just to feel it.
He says something, I guess it’s Russian, but it’s followed by a deep groan as I kiss his dick.
Yeah, he’s making me a filthy bitch. But I’m determined at becoming his little bitch.
“Fuck,Solnyshko. Fucking fuck. I need to be inside of you. Now.”
And that’s all it takes. He gets rid of his pants, of my pants, my bra… within seconds I’m bare in front of him. Not a layer hiding anything away.
“I’ll go slow, I promise. I’ll never hurt you,Solnyshko” he whispers.
I nod, my body arching upwards, craving his touch.
Colton kisses me again, stealing my breath as he guides my hand to his erection. My fingers tentatively grip him, stroking him firmly, learning his length and girth.
He groans, his hips bucking into my touch. “God, Jenna... I’m going to lose it. Put it in. I need to feel you.”
I let out a sigh and guide his hardness inside me slowly while his blue gaze never leaves mine. Our moans harmonize as he fills me, stretching my walls, claiming me completely.
I remember they called him dangerous.
But Colton King might be my safe space.
He closes his eyes, savoring the feeling for a moment before opening them again, needing to see me. And I move, my hips rolling in time with his, as his weight presses me into the mattress. He’s so big, tall—massive. I could fit twice inside him, and I just love the way he takes my breath away, the way he could crush me with just his body mass.
The connection between us is electric, deeper than just physical pleasure. This is something more, something I’ve never felt before.
His hands grip my hips, guiding my motions, urging me on.
Then he presses farther into me and there’s pain. The good kind. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
I comply, pleasure coursing through my veins as I ride him harder, faster. Sweat coats our bodies, mingling our scents as we lose ourselves in each other. Suddenly, Colton flips me over, taking control, entering me from behind and, oh my god. My body arches off the bed with each powerful movement. “Colton... I’m... I’m...,” I pant, my orgasm building like a storm.
And just when I think I’m coming, he flips me over again and I lie bare in front of him, panting like I’ve just ran a marathon.
“What…”
He chuckles low. “You didn’t think I’d let you come in just a few minutes, did you? I waited a lifetime for this moment. I’m going to savor every second of it.”
“What are?—”
Then he goes down on me, and I just like I was used to whenever a man tried to, I want to push him away, but he grabs my hand midway. “I will never do anything you don’t want me to,Solnyshko… so you have to give me permission to eat you like the hungry dog I am… but you will love it. I will love it. I will savor every lick.”
And he says it while never taking his gaze off me once.
It’s hard for me to breathe.
He looks so freaking perfect. Like out of a catalogue. Like I’ve stepped into my favorite romance movie. And he wants me. All of me.
“Say it,Solnyshko. Tell me to eat you. Please do. Please let me, I beg you.”
