Page 116 of Floodgates

“Trace,” he moaned, his breath rough in my ear before he rolled me to my back and lifted my calves to his shoulders.

As he pushed forward, just the slight stretch burning, sucking all the air from my body, I begged him to hurry.

“I want promises first.”

I understood. I couldn’t hold back. I had to trust him completely. Maybe it wasn’t fair, but it was how it had to be. And I knew him, knew Cord Nolan.

“Love.”

Damn. I already was that. “It’s not fair.”

“I know.”

I was going to explode if I couldn’t have him. “Fuck me!” He slid a fraction further, and I wanted him deeper, harder, faster, and my frustration erupted in a snarl of craving need.

“Say it!” he growled back.

“You belong to me now, Cord,” I croaked out. “You’re mine.”

“Yours,” he echoed and then thrust home.

The breach took my breath away as I flung out my arms and fisted the blanket in my hands, twisting it tight as he slid almost free and then hammered back inside, over and over, in and out, the press and retreat annihilating any thought but him. There was only Cord, the focus of my world.

He changed his grip, milking my cock with one hand, stroking, squeezing, tugging, keeping the other on my hip, holding tight, lifting me into a position of absolute submission.

He was so big, so strong, and being in his hands, under his power, held, dominated, was something I’d only ever dreamed of.

“I’m gonna come,” I cried.

“Now,” he commanded. “Because you feel so fuckin’ good, I can’t… now!”

My muscles all clamped down around the long, hard, hot length of him, and I yelled his name as I came hard, spurting over my own abdomen.

He pounded me through my orgasm and the aftershocks, keeping his hands anchored on my hips when he pulsed deep within my body, filling me, my name bouncing off the walls.

I loved the kissing and licking over my throat as he stayed buried inside me, his dick still rock hard as he stroked over my ribs.

“We’re never gonna be apart,” he explained softly, gently.

I lifted my gaze to his. “No?”

“No,” he said confidently before he suddenly smiled. “Look at your beautiful dark eyes,” he whispered, leaning down to me to seal his lips over mine.

I started shaking then, and he eased from my still-clasping channel, careful with me. After falling down onto the bed, he opened his arms wide. “Come here, honey.”

“When you decide on something, there’s no halfway, huh?”

“Nope,” he said, patting his chest. “I wanna hold you.”

I lifted up and then dropped into his waiting embrace and coiled around him, holding on as tight as I could. He rubbed his chin in my hair as he wrapped me in his strong arms.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“No,” I said even as my eyes drifted closed, the man’s warmth irresistible. I found it impossible not to snuggle up into his shoulder.

“Are you listening to me?”

I was. I so was.