In a flash, her arms are locked around my neck, holding me down to her level so that she can press her lips against mine.
It’s a filthy, filthy kiss. All teeth and tongue scraping against my own, drawing out hot, panting breaths from us both. I want all of it, need all of it. Every movement is such perfect evidence of her well-being; it soothes something deep within my soul.
My hand remains between her thighs, giving her something to grind upon as we battle for dominance. I practically whine in her mouth at her desperate thrusts.
She desires this; she desiresme.
And fuck, if that doesn’t tear me apart and unleash something entirely primal within me. I feel it in the way my fingers dig into her waist, possessively.
Mine, mine, mine.
I feel it in the strain of my pants, the way my teeth gorge themselves on her neck. Claiming, marking.
Mine, mine, mine.
“If you don’t fuck me soon, I will bite off your fucking ear,” she whispers far too close to the offending appendage.
Her voice is delirious in her desperation, a perfect match for my own feelings as I push a finger through the slickness between her thighs.
There’s a cry and then, “Not that.”
I ignore her, coating my finger before pushing it against her opening. She immediately slumps against me as I press it into her.
“Not again…not…” Her voice is strangled, barely indistinguishable from her groans. “Just fuck me, please.”
But it’s intoxicating the way she crumbles under the rhythm of my hand, like I’m the only thing holding her up. It’s so vulnerable, it’s so unlike the woman I have begun to get used to having in my life. No one gets to see her like this but me. It’s allmine.
“I want you to enjoy this.” I nuzzle into the side of her hair. “I want you to be able to take me comfortably.”
“F…f-fuck that,” she hisses.
I’m so distracted by the way she starts quivering that I don’t notice her arm reaching down to snatch my hand away. She gives me no time to retaliate, slipping out of my grip entirely and moving over to the bed.
“Fuck me. Now.” She looks angry. Fiery. Desperate. Her lips are swollen with the feverish kisses she just adorned my body with.
How can I deny her a goddamn thing?
I strip out of my pants immediately, my cock already thick and hard in my hand. I allow myself a stroke as I look down at her. Then another, as I reach the side table for the lube.
“I said,now,” she half-yells as I take my time coating myself thoroughly.
When I return to her, I place my spare hand over her mouth. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
She glares at me over my hand, green eyes half-clouded with lust as I align myself at her entrance.
“No complaints about entering a den of vipers, but as soon as you need something from me, well…” I push into her, barely past the tip.
My heart shudders at the sight of her eyes rolling back, her moan smothered by my fingers.
“It’s maddening.” It takes considerable effort to get the words out. “No regard for your own safety. Even now, you want it rough, don’t you?”
Her back arches as I push all the way to the hilt.
“Listen to me closely.” I withdraw, only to slam back into her again. This time, the sound she makes escapes my fingers. “I’m the only one who gets to be rough with you.”
I slam into her again, and my vision begins to blur. “You don’t take risks with anyone else.”
Her legs tremble with the effort to meet my next thrust, driving me even deeper. “And you’re going to start wearing a fucking heart rate monitor.”
