Page 91 of Brutal Heir

“Oh God,” she moaned.

Sliding in farther, I growled, “Say my name.”

Her fingers dug into my upper arms as she turned her head, biting her lip.

I pulled back and thrust again. “Say it, Sabrina.”

Her gaze snapped to mine. “Sebastian.”

Again, I withdrew as gently as I could, easing her open, knowing she was still sore from this morning.

Her sweet body gripped me so tightly it took all my control not to lose myself in her.

“Say it again.”

She squeezed her eyes shut.

I bit her shoulder, a sharp, possessive warning. “Look at me when you say my name.”

Her bright sapphire eyes met mine, flashing with pain and defiance. “Sebastian.”

I smirked. “That’s my girl.”

Her nails clawed across my back. “I’m not your girl.”

Fuck, I got off on her seductive blend of vulnerable innocence and feisty stubbornness.

Bracing myself above her, I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. “We’ll see about that.”

Her hips shifted, inviting me deeper, and I knew she was ready.

I pulled back until just the tip of me remained inside her.

Until now, I’d been gentle. No more.

“Brace yourself, babygirl.”

I slammed into her, burying myself to the hilt.

Her back arched while her nails dug deeper into my skin.

I latched onto her breast then drove into her soft body over and over again like a man possessed.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and cried out my name. The press of her thighs spurred me on.

“Fuck yes. Hold me tighter.”

Her body clenched around me, each spasm a spark to dry tinder.

At the hard press of her inner walls around my sensitive staff, my balls tightened.

Christ, this woman was like holding fire.

Never in my life had I been so blindly, irrationally turned on.

My cock was painfully hard, and yet I craved the pressure, wanting to hold off on my release for as long as possible.

I wanted to make her feel every inch of me, but my control was slipping.