Page 87 of Run to Me

To aid in her decision, I push my thumbs deeper and hold them still. She’s warm and wet. My dick twitches, eager to escape my jeans and dive into her. It swells even more when she moans, an unintentional sound if the subsequent growl is any indication.

After long seconds of steady eye contact, she grits her teeth and says, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please do things to me.”

It’s hard to suppress my amusement when her timid words don’t match her bold attitude, but I manage. “Is my beautiful birdie turning shy on me? Be specific when you beg.”

Visible changes to her demeanor signal the return of her fire. The straighter shoulders, the slightly raised chin, the devious sparkle in her eye. There she is. Maisy may be the one begging, but I’m the one on my knees for the third time, bowing down to the power she wields over me.

“Please fuck me,” she says, the request a command rather than a plea.

Not wasting a second, I rise to my feet, rip off my shirt, and unbutton my jeans. My belt jangles when I drop my pants and underwear to the floor. “Strip and get on your hands and knees, head facing the end of the couch.”

She takes her sweet time removing each piece of clothing, dragging her shorts down her legs at a snail’s pace and drawing an impatient groan from me. Once she’s in position, I plant a knee on the couch and settle behind her, wishing the lights were on so I could enjoy an unfiltered view of her glorious ass on display.

I knead the plump flesh, resisting the urge to lean forward and take a juicy bite. She pushes her hips toward me, seeking my painfully hard erection, which hangs heavy against her thigh. And that little movement tells me everything.

“You’re desperate for me to fill you up, aren’t you? Do you think your greedy pussy deserves my cock?” My open palm lands on her ass, the unexpected slap leaving her with a handprint and a shocked gasp.

“What the hell, Jensen?” She sends me a cutting glare over her shoulder, but the slickness coating her thighs betrays her arousal despite the outrage.

“That’s for being stubborn. Now hold still.” I push two fingers inside her, and she clamps down on them hard. “Relax for me.”

“I’m relaxed,” she snaps.

“You’re not, and I don’t actually want to hurt you.”

“Maybe I like the pain.” She adds so much sass to her tone, I’m tempted to smack her ass again.

I lean across her back, caging her tiny body beneath mine. A shudder rolls through her when I whisper, “You should choose your words more carefully.”

Again, she rocks her hips, sending a clear message—a taunt—as she works herself on my fingers. Turning her head, she puts us face to face and reiterates the message with a daring whisper against my lips, “I want the pain.”

A long pause filled with our heavy breathing passes between us. Her gaze, fiery and fearless, remains fixed on mine. I close my eyes, allowing the ramifications, were I to give in to her request, to cycle through my mind until I reach a decision.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I say.

She nods but follows up with a verbal agreement, knowing I won’t proceed without it. “I’ll tell you.”

I straighten behind her and run my free hand along her arched spine, her subtle trembles vibrating against my fingertips. Ominous music coming from the television envelops us, intensifying the dark mood set by the flashes of color on the screen. When red hues illuminate Maisy’s naked body, something wild and reckless stirs within me. She’s a temptress, a goddess, an angel. In every story told, biblical or otherwise, only an angel is powerful enough to strike down a demon. Lucky for her, I’m eternally willing to sacrifice my demon to the angel on all fours in front of me.

She whimpers when I remove my fingers from her pussy. I stroke my dick, lubricating it with her arousal, and notch the head at her fluttering entrance.

With a firm grip on her hips, I offer a final warning. “Remember, you asked for this.”

29

MAISY

Heart thundering and fingers clamped around the arm of the couch, I brace myself. It’s pointless. Jensen slams into me with so much power, I could’ve launched into space. A garbled noise jams in my throat, and he allows me a few seconds to catch my breath.

His gentle tone reaches my ears. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I croak. Tentatively, I wiggle my butt to get things going again, but he tightens his hold on my hips.

“Don’t lie to me. This is only our second time. We can work up to rough sex.”