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“Go over, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Go over for me. ”
His lips closed over her clit. He sucked the little bud into his mouth, his tongue caressed around it, over it, flickered against it, and she exploded. Like a catapult, sensation flew inside her, exploded, vibrating through her body with a violence that had her screaming out his name as she arched to him and felt the quaking sensations tear through her.
Rapture. It was ecstasy. It was bright lights in front of her eyes and sparks detonating one explosion after another through her senses. It was feeling him touch her, inside and out. It was knowing she would never be the same after Zeke’s possession.
And he didn’t stop.
She screamed his name again as his hand slid beneath her rear, clenched, and lifted her until his tongue could plunge inside her. The quick, fierce thrust had her melting, then imploding. Her senses were rioting with the overwhelming pleasure. Perspiration ran from her flesh as her fingers clenched the iron bar her hands were cuffed to.
Shudders tore through her body. The pleasure was torturous, extreme. It singed every nerve ending, sent flames racing across her flesh, and left her wilder than she had been before.
She wanted more.
Opening her eyes she stared back at Zeke as he rose between her thighs, his fingers rolling the condom over the stiff length of his cock.
For a second, she considered telling him it was her first time. She almost allowed the words to pass her lips. But she forced them back. She didn’t want gentle and tender. She wanted Zeke as he was now, primal, hungry, his gaze reflecting the wildness she felt tearing through her as well.
“Lift to me. ” Still sitting on his knees, his hand gripped her hip, pulling her up his thighs until her legs draped at his hips and the heavy width of his cock head pressed against the sensitive folds of her pussy.
“Oh God,” she breathed out, feeling the heat and hardness through the latex as the hard crown pressed against her, into her.
Seeing Zeke, muscles tight and bulging, his hands holding her hips as he pressed against her, stole her breath, her senses.
He watched her as though nothing mattered but her—taking her, touching her. The feel of his erection stretching her, pressing deeper fed the wild need burning inside her. She bucked closer. Needing more. She didn’t want slow and easy. She wanted to go wild beneath him, yet he restrained her, held her, watched her, and eased in by only the barest inch before pulling back.
“What are you waiting for?” Bucking against him, she fought the restraints at her wrists and glared back at him.
He was trying to kill her. He had to be. He was torturing her past bearing.
But he was just as tortured. Sweat rolled in a thin, damp line down the side of his neck as he stilled, staring down at her, his golden eyes fierce and intent. Desperation hovered in his expression, in the tight lines of his face as hunger glittered in his eyes.
“I need you,” she whispered the plea, begging for more. If he stopped now, could she bear it?
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice dark and low. “Say it, Rogue. Admit it.
You’re mine. ”
She shook her head. She couldn’t belong to him, she didn’t know how to belong to anyone, and she knew he didn’t know how.
“Say it, Rogue. ” He pressed deeper, stretched untried tissue, heated it with his strength and hardness. “Tell me. Mine. ” The words were a snarl, a growl of ownership as his cock dug in deeper, parted her flesh, and sent a hard, fierce jolt of electric pleasure racing through her.
“Maybe,” she gasped desperately. “We can negotiate. I promise, we’ll negotiate. Later. ”
Negotiate? Oh Lord, where had she come up with that one? She stared back at him and might have laughed at his expression if the need wasn’t pumping hard and fast through her veins.
She had managed to surprise him. She liked that, loved it. He may have the upper hand on her here in the bed, but she still had the ability to affect him as well.
She jerked at the cuffs again. If only she were free. If only she could touch him, tempt the control that seemed as iron hard as the flesh barely buried inside her.
“Negotiate?” he asked carefully, his eyes narrowing, his hands flexing on her hips. “You want to negotiate on whether or not you belong to me, Rogue?”
“Yes,” she promised breathlessly, nodding, trying to thrust against his hold. “Later. ”
A smile curled at the ends of his lips. It wasn’t a comfortable smile.
“Oh, bad baby,” his chuckle was dark, knowing. “Negotiate this first. ”
He slid deeper, pressed inside her slow and easy until the barrier of her virginity drew him to a halt once again.
