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And I need to do everything I can to make sure she doesn’t walk away again. I need to ensure she knows that being here, being with me, is her only option. Not only because she’s in danger out there.
We’re going at each other like animals, our mouths dueling chaotically, our hands grabbing and scratching at each other, my growls primal, hers equally so.
I spin her and push her front forward into the tile with my body, kicking her feet apart. She cries out, and I bite her wet shoulder. “James,” she yells.
“No fucking talking, Beau,” I warn, taking my cock and tracing down her arse. “You said no talking.”
I don’t want this to be rough and hard. I need to give her more of a reason to stay, more than the crazy fucking. Let’s just fuck.
No.
I slow the pace and ease into her gently, and she moans to the ceiling. “Hard,” she orders, and I still, submerged, my body shaking with the effort it’s taking not to thrust.
“What?” I pant, and she rolls her forehead on the tile, her fist balling and pushing into the wall, as if she’s angry with herself.
“Not soft. I don’t need you being all soft and gentle with me. Not now.”
Not now? Or not ever? “Why?” I’m trying to locate a harder tone. I’m trying to hold back the fear in me. Yet I can’t avoid the need.
She doesn’t answer. Because she doesn’t know.
All I can think about in this moment was our first encounter. The encounter that set the wheels in motion for us. She wants that. And it pisses me off.
I withdraw, and Beau hits the wall with her fist. “Come with me,” I order, taking her wrist and pulling her out of the shower. The cold air shocks my skin, and with both of us dripping wet, I pull her into my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she asks, trying to remove herself from my grip. “James!”
I stop by the wall and position her by the wooden frame. “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, dipping and taking her nipple in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the solid pebble, her skin chilly.
“Yes,” she grates, and I pull away, stepping back.
“You want hard emotionless fucking, do you, Beau?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my dick, working myself back up, my fury intensifying.
Her eyes drop to my groin. “Yes.” The anger in her clear eyes is satisfying. It mirrors mine.
“So we have some issues to vent?”
“Fuck. You.”
My jaw tightens, and I move in, taking slow, even strides until I’m pushed up against her front. “Do you want me?” I ask quietly, reaching forward and taking a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard. She inhales quickly, her jaw rolling. “Do. You. Want. Me?” I ask again, every word punctuated.
“Yes.”
“What for, Beau?”
“This,” she says as I lower my face, my eyes on hers, and suck her nipple into my mouth. I bite down, and her torso concaves, her arms shooting up to my shoulders.
“I’m going to drive you insane,” I whisper, pulling a belt off one of the rails. “Lift your hands to the bar.” I sound brusque, impatient. Just how she wants me to be. “I get your point. I understand. So lift your fucking arms.”
She glares at me. “What’s my point, James?”
“Need. Except you’re forgetting something, Beau.” I grab her hand and direct it to my dick, making her hold me. And she squeezes. Massages me. I swallow, at her mercy. And isn’t that my fucking point? Her thumb circles the slippery wet, pulsing crown, and my body starts to fold. “You’re not the only one here in need.”
“I’ve never denied that,” she says quietly.
“But I’m not the one always walking the fuck away from this, am I? I’m here. Always here.”
“And yet still an enigma,” she whispers, scanning my eyes. Then she drops my weeping cock and lifts her arms to the suspension rail. “I’m here now. So make the fucking most of it.”
I wrap her wrists in the belt blindly as I watch her silently goading me. “Don’t fight the bond,” I whisper, and her nostrils flare as I look over her naked, suspended body, casually deciding where to start. She’ll get no respite this evening. There will be no breaks between her orgasms. My eyes fall to the apex of her thighs, and I rest a palm on her skin and start stroking my way up until I’m cupping her. She pulls in a long breath and holds it.
“No sleep tonight,” I say on a whisper, thrusting a finger into her. She bucks, her face pained, and I glance up to see her strain against the belt as I fuck her gently with two fingers, sweeping wide, stretching her. She’s biting down on her lip, her gaze pure fire. “Everything that happens will happen because I allow it.” I withdraw and wipe my fingers across her lips, spreading her condition across her face before leaning in, getting as close as possible. “It’ll hurt.”
