Page 8 of Allegiant

I crawl up onto the bed and arch my hips back, feeling the lace fabric slide up the crack of my ass. I hear him breathe deeply, a rattle of longing in his chest.

But he doesn’t approach.

I glance back over my shoulder at him, beckoning him with a pout of my lips. “Don’t you want this?”

His eyelids droop, and he steps toward me, his hands unclenching from his sides, his brow furrowed as he nears.

Heat is emanating off him. My skin erupts with goose bumps as he grows closer and closer.

And closer.

But then he stops.

Nothing happens.

He doesn’t come nearer. He doesn’t touch me.

He just stands over me, breathing, watching.

I wriggle my hips a little more, trying to entice, but he doesn’t move. I want him to fucking move. I can barely stand the tension. Here I am, naked save for a tiny scrap of lace, while he remains fully dressed. I’m basically begging him to take me. The imbalance should scare me.

Instead, it thrills me.

“Come on. Fuck me,” I rasp. “Or do you want me to leave? Is that it? Are you scared? It’s okay if you are.”

He lets out a long exhale and then his hands are on my hips, flipping me onto my back, my breath leaving my chest in a loud whoosh. The panties are gone, ripped from my hips, the sting of it still lingering on my skin.

My cock bobs slightly, hitting my stomach as I reach aimlessly for nothing.

Yes, this is what I knew was hidden beneath all that quiet. Something wild, something mean.

Something untamed.

I want that. I want it to help me forget what I did. What I didn’t do.

Who I’ve become.

He looms over me, his nostrils flaring.

And then he does something entirely unexpected.

He lowers himself to his knees.

My breath catches in my throat. Well, well, well. Looks like this man is all about giving.

His big hands spread my thighs, exposing all of me to him. A small curse slips from his lips as I try to arch my hips up, but he doesn’t give me much leeway. Instead, his hands tighten, digging into the muscles there, and his lips stretch around my hard and dripping cock.

There’s no hesitation. He sucks me into the back of his throat and swallows.

Oh, fuck.

I nearly come unglued from that alone. The heat. The determined pulls on my cock. I’m glimpsing nirvana, and I’m desperate for more.

Before the sensation becomes too much, his mouth slips off and lowers to my balls. He takes them in, rolling them around with his tongue.

The moan that leaves my lips is desperate and pleading.

My fingers scrabble for purchase, my eyes oscillating between wide and closed, my mouth open and shut, my entire body malfunctioning.