Page 88 of Beneath the Quiet

My whimpers grow louder. In the far recesses of my mind, I wonder if I can handle coming again so soon after the first time, but then he stops, leaving me with shaking knees.

“Condom. Now,” he growls against my lips.

I nod and crawl over the bed to fetch it from the top drawer and turn to hand it to him.

He shakes his head. “You put it on.”

I smile slowly and tear the foil with my teeth.

I know what he’s doing.

He’s making sure that I hold the power. That I can still tell him to stop if I want to.

I’ve never had anything like this.

I scrape my nails against his abs as I roll the condom on his thick length, and there’s no mistaking the sharp intake of his breath or the way his body trembles. He’s hanging by a thread. Another surge of power fills me, almost as heady and exhilarating as a drug. I can’t resist sliding my hand up and down his length, slow and deliberate, watching his cock as I do. But I don’t get to play with him for long.

He places a hand on my chin, and I raise my eyes. The moment I find his, I gasp. Good Lord, the fire behind his glasses is unmissable. Even in the dimness of the waning daylight, I see the storm swirling, matching my own.

“If you don’t want me to spill my cum already, Wildfire, you have to stop touching me.”

I drop my hand as if his skin burns me, and he raises an eyebrow.

“Good girl.”

There it is again; the praise shoots warmth through me, and I want to rub against him, purring as if I’m a cat eager to be petted by him.

It’s not lost on me how close to the truth it is, though I’m more like a cat in heat.

I lean forward and brush my lips over his. “Are you going to give me what I need, Lord?”

His lips pull up in a wide grin. “Put your hands on the headboard, your back to me.”

Another full-blown body shiver takes me captive, but the throbbing in my pussy urges me to move, so I do as he tells me. I hardly recognise myself. I shouldn’t be so easily overtaken, yet here I am, doing everything he wants without questioning it.

But I can’t stop. I feel free.

Free and powerful in the most primal way.

My fingers curl on my headboard. He slaps his cock on my buttocks, and I tip up, my head back and hair swirling down my back, silently asking him to get a move on.

“Impatient creature.” He chuckles. “Fucking perfect.”

“Aidan,” I moan and spread my legs wider.

He nudges the head of his cock up and down, coating it in my wetness.

“Now?”

“Yes, now.”

He grabs on to my hips, and in one swift move, he’s inside me, buried to the hilt. I cry out, clenching around him.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

His low groan spurs me on, and I start to move, pushing back, needing the friction.

“Lord, oh, you feel so good.”