What would happen when he discovered that I could be considered his enemy? Would he shove me aside? Trembling in his hold, I longed for his touch more now than I had before. Maybe for the reassurance that what we felt was real, even at its most basic level.
His actions were gentle at first, opening my mouth with his, darting his tongue inside. But I could feel the buildup, the hunger building to an intense precipice. There was no shoving aside this man. There was no telling him no.
The kiss was as passionate if not more so than before. Even the way his fingertips were digging into my skin was incredible. I could easily push aside all the reasoning why this wasn’t a good idea. He swept his tongue back and forth as he pulled me even closer. The rush of heat became exacerbated by the steam and our internal body temperature.
Everything became rougher, needier. To the point I couldn’t see straight.
He wasn’t satisfied with the sweet moment of intimacy or the closeness. He wanted more. He wanted everything.
As he ripped at my shirt, I thought about fighting him, but what was the point? He had no intention of letting me go and I doubted he’d make the mistake of turning his back on me. Not after what I’d done.
Even with an injured shoulder, he was quite adept at unfastening my jeans. But with them being soaked, he was required to be rough with me in getting them off. I wasn’t helping nor was I hindering, enjoying the view. When I was finally free of my clothes, he shook his head so slowly that unless I was paying close attention, I wouldn’t be able to detect any movement.
“Nemnogiye zhenshchiny stol’ zhe obvorozhitel’ny i uvereny v sebe, skol’ i krasivy. Eto delayet tebya ochen’ opasnoy.” His voice was so deep, the baritone vibrating in the shower.
“What did you say to me?” I gripped his wrists, cognizant of his injury. What did it say about me that instead of wanting to hurt him that I couldn’t stand the thought of creating any additional pain?
“I said few women are as beguiling and confident as they are beautiful. That makes you very dangerous.”
“Why dangerous?”
He pressed our foreheads together. “Because as it is, I don’t plan on ever letting you go.”
His admittance was different than what I’d expected and where I should feel fear or anger with him for making such a bold statement, I didn’t. What in the world did that say about me?
As he shoved me against the shower wall, I felt more than a wave of longing. Something was burning deep within, a sense of being that I’d never expect with him or with being held captive. He yanked one arm over my head then the other, capturing both easily.
This time as he claimed my mouth, I moaned breathlessly into his, wiggling in his hold. But I wasn’t trying to escape. Not this time. I’d never wanted any man as much as I did him.
Maybe every other time of sharing intimacy had been all about foreplay. His tongue assaulted mine as he pressed the full weight of his body against me. My pussy was already throbbing, my inner core heated to a thousand degrees. There was a sense of utter control with his actions as he swept his other hand down my side.
The light brush of his fingers was stimulating, ticklish in a way that made me quiver more than I’d been. With stars floating in front of my eyes, I cinched them closed to no avail. That’s how powerful his dominance over me was.
While the kiss was rough, the man taking what he wanted, there was also a sense of gentleness about him. I was torn with wanting and needing while longing to find the courage to push him away.
When he finally pulled his lips free, we were both exasperated, struggling to catch our next breath. He growled, the low-slung sound reverberating across my skin. He shoved his handbetween us and my legs while nudging my thighs further apart with his knee.
There were so many things racing through my mind even as he dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. All while finding my clit, flicking a single finger back and forth. I was wet, so much so my thighs were slickened. He took a deep whiff, holding the air in his lungs before plunging his fingers deep inside.
I was shocked by the almost instant climax, my body responding more violently to his touch. How could I feel so incredible when he’d clearly threatened me. Or had he? I couldn’t be sure and the thought was fading away as he teased my pussy, pumping in even, slow actions that would ultimately drive me crazy.
With my breath labored, my pulse skipping beats, I couldn’t move and didn’t want to. His fingers worked magic, keeping me in a sweet lull while he explored my face and neck with his tongue.
I was so hot, panting while the steam continued to rise.
This was amazing and insane, keeping me right on the edge before he pulled back, relentless in his need for me to orgasm.
He nipped my earlobe, holding the tender tissue in his mouth. Did he have any idea what he was doing to me?
His thumb rolled around my clit as he finger-fucked me, pushing me harder until I couldn’t take it any longer. The orgasm was wild, so powerful that I rose onto my toes.
Even the shrill scream echoed while I tossed my head from side to side.
“Mmm… You’re so wet. So fucking tight. I can’t wait to have my cock buried deep inside. Is that what you want?”
I heard the question. I knew what he was asking, but I was riding the high as I’d never done before. “Uh-huh.”
“Then tell me. Tell me what you want me to do just like you did before.”
