He gripped her hips instantly, providing the anchor she needed and pulling her onto his length with every move. He moved faster, jerking her body against his in a punishing rhythm that left her reeling. All she could do was lay her cheek to the cool table and breathe.
“No. Don’t leave me, not yet.”
The sting of his palm on her ass swelled as heat blossomed over her flesh, and she shoved back against him.
“Yes,” he hissed.
She gripped his wrists at her hips and flung her ass at him, growling each time his balls slapped her clit.
They were vicious, rough,violent.
For all her hating a man who used his strength to hurt others, Fabiana didn’t believe she could be satisfied with soft and gentle ever again. She needed this forced bliss, a tearing of her fantasies until all that remained were two bodies battling for supremacy.
They both wanted to win over the other.
“Make me come,” she ordered.
Adonis leaned over and moved the chair closer to him. Resting a foot on it, he lifted one of her legs and pushed her knee up and out. His next thrust was deeper, battering at the base of her.
“Yes.”
He released her hips and crossed her wrists at the small of her back, gripping them with one hand. His free hand branded the back of her neck, holding her in place.
He wrecked her.
Every stab into her demanded a scream. His growled demands in her ear triggered quivers in her womb.
They would eat each other alive, consume one another.
Fabiana wouldn’t survive loving him. If he hurt her, she’d shatter into too many pieces to put back together. For the first time, she feared someone more than she’d feared her father.
Adonis could not just break her spirit; he’d rip apart her soul.
But even knowing it, fearing the fall from the razor edge she danced on down to the ragged rocks below, she couldn’t’ stop.
Wouldn’t stop.
“Come for me. Let me feel it.”
She gripped his cock, wave after wave of energy sizzling her insides. Climaxing seemed impossible for as long as she’d been riding on a high, but he lowered himself a bit and hit some spot deep in her sensitive tissue that sent her careening into her crest.
“Adonis!”
“Fabiana!”
He roared, delivering harder, staggering slams that kept her muscles tense and her clit pulsing. She gasped for breath, but he didn’t let her rest until his hot seed filled her. Adonis released her wrists and curled around her body.
Their hearts pounded as one, their breath nothing more than staccato pants.
“Maybe I was wrong,pequeña.”
“What do you mean?
“I think I may not be the one in control at all.”
