Page 878 of Coal Hearts

“Come with me,” I grunted, thrusting faster, deeper.

“I don’t think I can without—”

“I’m not going to hurt you, mon cœur.” Reaching between her legs, I rubbed her clit. “I’m going to worship you every damn day from now on.”

“You can worship me and—”

“Stop talking and come for me. I want to feel you shatter.”

Her eyes closed and her brow furrowed.

I waited for her to try to break my resolve again.

But then she went submissive beneath me, granting every inch of her sovereignty to me.

Merde.

A lightning bolt in my veins.

The wickedest surge of power.

I grunted with despair. “Ily...don’t. Please don’t make me hurt you.”

Her eyes flared, locking onto mine.

Whatever she saw inside me made her wince. Cupping my cheek, she bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Fuck me, Hen. I’ll come for you.”

Lowering my head, I kissed her. My fingers stroked her clit, hard and rhythmic.

Sucking in a breath, she shuddered as her internal muscles feathered around me.

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Fuck, yes. Do that again.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as she clenched around me, dragging a curse from the depths of my blackened soul.

Fuck me.

Why?

Why did she have to feel so good? So hot, so wet, so mine?

Why did I want to hurt her all while I loved her with every scrap of my soul?

My hips rutted faster, my body taking control.

Her submission made me inch closer to that line and an orgasm wrapped thorny and sharp around my spine.

“Yes.” She cried out as I hit the top of her. “God, yes.”

“Fuck.”

Her arms landed above her head on the pillow, granting me complete control.

“Christ.” I jack-knifed into her, again and again. “You feel so good. Fuck, you feel so good.”

With a gasp, she surrendered her final piece.

My hand clamped over her wrists above her head, pinning her down.