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By encouraging him with that order, she quickly learned she handed him even more power.
Putting that power, and also that risk, in his large hand made every nerve flare along the surface of her skin. Like a fast-moving wildfire in hurricane-force winds.
She might be tired from a long, energy-draining night, but every inch of her was alive and wide awake. Every one of her senses, too, and all of them added to the experience.
His smoky scent, the feel of his fingers on her nipple as he twisted, the sound of the grunt he released as she began to fuck him harder and faster, the salty taste on the tip of her tongue as she drew it from his ear along the visible beating pulse to the hollow of his throat. She sucked his skin there and then took his mouth.
She gave him back the same. The scent of her arousal, the taste of her tongue against his, the touch of her lips, the moan that escaped her and got trapped within his mouth.
When she opened her eyes while they still kissed, she saw his were open, too. Darkness drawing her in, sucking her into a spinning vortex, trapping her within whatever power he held over her.
The intense heat of it all turned her bones to ash, her flesh to liquid. As her muscles melted and she loosened even more, he kept one hand on her throat as they continued to kiss but slid the other from her breast down her ribs, across her hip to her ass.
Then in a flash, he was twisting, flipping her over and driving his much heavier weight into her, burying her into the soft mattress, taking her in full unapologetic strokes, powering up and into her. Spearing her over and over with his cock.
The scrape of her teeth across his bottom lip prompted him to snag hers between his teeth and bite down until she whimpered and the metallic taste of blood hit her tongue.
Everything on her began to pulse in time to his rhythm. Her heart had expanded so much that it was no longer contained in her chest and now encased her completely.
Everywhere he touched, inside and out, thumped intensely. Whether that touch was from his eyes, his mouth, his fingers or his cock. Or simply the drag of his skin across hers.
He ended the kiss, their breaths blending as both of them panted. The shadow that crossed behind his eyes caught her off guard and sent a shiver slithering down her spine.
Dangerous. So damn dangerous.
He wanted control she might not be willing to give him. But she had a feeling he wouldn’t ask for it. He would just take it. Like it belonged to him.
He was its rightful owner.
The control he gave her while she was on top now a fleeting memory. Soon to be forgotten and never achieved again.
He more than wanted her.
He wanted to own her.
She felt that in every pulsing cell, in every ragged breath, in every rapid heartbeat. The feeling became stronger with every passing second, with every thrust of his hips. Until it began to overpower her, overwhelm her.
Scare the fuck out of her.
Not because he would hurt her. She had no fear of that.
But because he would turn her into a slave to his desires.
She shouldn’t let him have that. She should stop whatever was happening.
But she couldn’t.
Whatever it was about him that drew her was like injecting heroin directly into her vein. He was giving her a high that might never be enough, a euphoria she’d want to keep chasing. An unbreakable addiction.
She avoided drugs and didn’t drink alcohol for that very reason. Addiction could be hereditary and she feared falling into the same trap her mother did.
Except tonight she willingly stepped into it, completely unaware sex could be similar.
It couldn’t be just the sex, it had to be the man she was having it with. Because she’d had sex before. Just not like this.
The oxygen fled her lungs when he put his lips to her ear and demanded in a low growl, “Want you to come when I tell you to.”
Was that even possible, to come on command? Could his words push her to the point of orgasm?
No way. Impossible.
That would not only take physical control, but mental. A simple mind over matter.
“Hands above your head, cross your wrists.”
When she lifted her arms and did what he demanded, he immediately clamped his free hand over them, holding them together, pinning them to the mattress, restraining her.
With his weight on her, his fingers around her throat, her hands “bound” by his, she was…
Trapped.
Fully under his control.
She felt no panic, no fear, but a sense of unexpected calmness swept through her.
She didn’t fight that control. She welcomed it.
The weight of the world that dragged her down suddenly disappeared. She’d take that relief for now, even if it didn’t last.
