Page 30 of Plug and Drain

“Or just harder?”

A tiny whimper left her lips.

Neither, she should have said. But the word that slipped out shocked her. “Both.”

Arken raised a sculpted brow. “Both?”

She refused to look at him, but she gave a tiny nod.

“Very well.”

Time seemed to stop as he drew his cock out of her, hovering on the brink of pulling out completely.

Then his cock plunged deep as he thrust back in, jolting her body against the mattress, drawing an embarrassing squeak from her. “Hard—and fast—it is.”

“Fuck,” she breathed, unsure if he heard her as he set a steady pace, hard and fast like thundering hooves as he pounded her, each stroke better than the last.

Susie held on to him for dear life, and the only thoughts swirling around in her mind was how good he made her feel. That if this was what he was capable of, then he must have really been holding back.

He’d been so careful, so gentle, and now…

Now he drove into her like a battering ram, impossibly fast, shaking the bed and her with it.

Out of reflex, Susie tried to shut herself out, to pretend she was somewhere else.

But she couldn’t. And strangely, she didn’t want to. She could feel Arken’s focus on her. Even now, as his breathing grew heavy and his face tensed with exertion, he watched her, making sure she was all right.

The last thing she’d wanted was to be present in the moment with him…but now that had changed. She was hopelessly focused on him. The feel of him, his scent, his warmth, the way his breathing grew heavier as he took her. A tiny part of her was starting to like him, but the notion sprang from the same foolish faith she held for the good in others that always got her into trouble.

Shit. I’m never going to learn.

Arken slowed, but kept up a steady rhythm, his gaze fervent.

“Still with me?” he panted, the hint of a grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Barely,” she said, feeling a smile spread across her face. She quickly wiped it away.

Arken shook his head in bewilderment. “You’re beautiful.”

Chills danced along her arms and back even as a rush of warmth filled her cheeks. Did Arken really find her desirable?

“Absolutely stunning. And I cannot wait to see you come all over my cock.”

She stared at him dumbfounded, the air crackling between them. Hearing the headmaster of the academy use language like that was…

So bizarre.

Could her face grow any hotter?

“Not used to dirty talk?” he asked, slowing down and nibbling her neck.

“Not used to it from you.”

“But you like it?”

“I think so,” she mumbled. Dirty, sly, demeaning words had never worked with her. But Arken’s remark had hit differently. It had excited her. He wanted her to finish, and he seemed confident that she would. He wanted to witness her reaction as she came, and despite the fact that she was hot and bothered, the prospect made her feel bashful. “I don’t know what I like anymore.”

Arken gave her a roguish smile and threw her legs back over his shoulders. “Well, let’s find out, shall we?”