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He eases my arms into the straps of my bra, slowly, delicately, bringing them up to rest along my shoulders. The cups hang open at the swell of my breasts where he cups me and lowers his mouth to one nipple.
I tilt my head and arch my back, pressing as close to him as he’ll allow. And as he transitions from one breast to the other, sending an erotic tingling right to my core, I squeeze my thighs together, capturing him there.
His teeth bear down on me, scraping my nipple as he rocks his hips, thrusting his hard cock between my clenched thighs. “I’m going to bury myself in you, goddess…”
His whispered promise against my skin heightens my arousal, and my hands cling to his back, my nails seeking purchase to sustain me.
Before he gives in to his desire to do just that, he forcefully breaks away. His clear blue eyes are ablaze with his every intent, unleashing a thrill within me. He draws the clasps of my bra together. My breasts feel heavy and achy, trapped and unsatisfied. But he continues to fondle them through the bra. He bites deeply, sinking his teeth into the padding, spiking my desire.
Backing up a step, he swings his gaze to the dress laid out on the bed. I’m so far from being ready—I’m damn near angry that I have to put it on.
As if reading my thoughts, he says, “The night you wore a red dress for me, and I had you on my bench…I had to forcefully restrain myself from taking you.” His hands curl into fists. “I wanted to tear your clothes from your body. That’s what you do to me, goddess. Make me into some kind of animal. But knowing you’re going out there…to meet him? I’m feral. Marking my territory. Covering you in my scent.” He draws closer, his body a fire-hot torch of lust. Then he reaches toward the bed and snags the dress.
Without request, I lift my arms above my head. His arms circle me, and I can feel the muscles of his arms flexing along my waist as he bunches the dress before he raises his arms alongside mine.
The satin material glides down my arms, whisper-soft, then travels over my body. Gently towing the hem down, Colton drags the dress toward my thighs. The material embraces my skin in a perfect fit as it molds to my curves.
He pushes my wrists behind my back, where he links them together with his hands. Trailing his lips over my neck, delivering soft kisses, he whispers, “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
A short time ago, that one word could decimate me—but Colton has given me ownership over it. I never want him to stop saying it—to stop seeing me as his beautiful goddess. I wriggle a hand free and find the band of his boxers. He doesn’t stop me—wants me just as badly in this moment.
I push his boxers down and feel the spring of his erection against my stomach. Hard, needy, mine. Only he doesn’t allow me the same indulgence. He has me in his arms and lifted against his chest before I can taste him.
My back meets the wall, and it’s as if he needs to devour me whole—his hands seek my center, his fingers pushing inside me, readying me to take him—as his mouth and body pin me.
“Fuck me, Colton,” I get out around his demanding kisses. “I need you hard and raw…inside me.”
His growl rumbles against my chest as he positions his cock, his slick fingers rubbing me all over him before he thrusts up and drives into me. I wrap my legs around him as he braces my arm against the wall. He slams into me again so fierce, my spine protests; but my body accepts the pain, requires it. I dig my heels into his backside, challenging more.
I’m untethered, but so completely bound to him. With every thrust, I climb. With every whisper of love and profession of lust, I know I can never be contented by this man—I will always need. But just as surely as he makes me insatiable, he fulfills me—utterly.
The overflow of emotion is almost painful. I am not a hollow vessel. I am not unfeeling or broken—I feel to the depth of my soul. The darkest part of me is alive—it stirs with an abundance of sensation and love.
And that emotion wraps around us now as Colton pushes off the wall and cradles me in his strong arms. Gripping my shoulders, he plunges into me, deep and claiming. He stays there, filling me, demanding I take all of him. As he carries me to the bed, he lies back, offering me his control.
I’m empowered by the look in his eyes—the one daring me to accept every part of him in return. Linking my fingers through his, I rock my hips, loving the way his teeth sink into his lip at the feel of me tightening around him.
“Finish me, goddess,” he says, his voice a low rasp.
It drives my desire to the brink—and I speed my movements, taking him deeper, almost unable to bear it the harder he becomes. But we were designed for each other—my channel slicking against him and welcoming his sizable length.
He releases my hand to clamp it around my nape, drawing me to him as he pushes up. His lips find mine, caressing hard. Passionate. His grip tightens as I moan against him, my back arching, forcing him to curve his hips as he drives into me with fierce need.
As my orgasm grabs hold, I raise up. His hands go to my thighs, gripping and guiding, as I let my head fall back. Completely lost to him. Our rhythm intensifies, and we meet each other with heavy, powerful thrusts that send me right over the edge.
He curses, and the guttural sound of his voice fires off a pulsing deep within my core. It surges into my stomach, my back. Through my whole body. A flowing current. My hips work harder, rocking and slamming against him as he thrusts to meet me each time. His fingers dig into my skin as his hands anchor to my hips.
And as I ride the electric current
s, my hips undulating and swirling, his hip digs into my thighs as he arches and begins to pulse deep inside me. I fall against his chest, mine rising and falling in quick succession with his.
His fingers slide into my hair as he presses a tender kiss to the top of my head.
Inhaling his scent, allowing it to comfort me, keeping the night ahead at bay just a moment longer, I say, “We’re going to need a second dress.”
The rattle of his laugh tickles my chest. “Another round?”
I lift up, capturing his lips in an intimate kiss. Then I smile. “I’m game.”
