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“This is what I thought about when I was watching you from the outside,” he groans, licking my throat while he keeps pumping me until my core starts making sounds that remind me of the waves, “I thought about touching you here, murdering any resistance you have for me.”
Goosebumps flood my skin and it turns me on that he was so aware of me while I was completely unaware of him. He must’ve been like a predator in the night, watching my every move, knowing he was here to end my life but then I made him change his mind.
His breaths turn eager, pleased energy bursting out of his chest when I start slapping against his hand, chasing the friction and this is starting to feel too good.Dangerous. I should stop him. “Keep touching me like that,” I whimper and now my hips are not even on the sheets but rising to meet his pumps.
The only time, I stop is when it gets a little too painful but then he distracts me with his mouth, murmuring words against my lips and ear and I know that he will take care of me no matter what. He flicks his thumb in an upward motion, touching a red, alarm button and he shouldn’t have touched me there because now I feel caught.Trapped.
Whimpering, I come on his fingers while my hips keep chasing his touch. He doesn’t stop until I’ve gone limp and the last ripples fade.
Harm breathes unevenly and I lay there motionless when he kisses the insides of my thighs with his open mouth and it feels so animalistic. His eyes are closed, his face suddenly serene and it makes me tremble. Isn’t it risky when a woman makes a man look like that?
Doesn’t it mean he’ll want to lock her down?
He’s using my body against me but I’m powerless to turn him away and a depraved smile curls his mouth. “You’re wet enough and thank fuck for that, considering how small you are.” He grabs his shaft, inching it closer to my center and I feel myself melt for him. Harm lets out a groan as soon as our privates touch, before dropping in more and more and it’s as if he’s walking down a red carpet, knowing it’s crucial that he doesn’t mess this up.
I pull my legs further apart, feeling the sting and I heave a breath when he plunges inside, resting his forehead against mine and my lower lip quivers. Whimpering, I search his eyes to touch base and he meets me there. Clasping my hand, he clutches my fingers and the connection trickles up my arm and down to my heart. Then he starts moving and the way he thrusts his hips is pure power. I feel it seep into me and my body welcomes every drop.
Then his eyes glaze over and he lets out a curse and starts using me as if I was made to satisfy him. My body twitches underneath his, my nails scraping down his back and I feel filled up to the hilt. I roll my hips, gasping when my nipples stiffen and he rolls his face over them. Heat explodes in me at his loving gesture combined with his ruthless hips and it almost rends me in half.
“So perfect,” he rasps, looking up to see my eyes, “I feel like I’m falling...”
Gasping, I feel a flare of alarm and without thinking I grab his wrist and put it against my throat. “Please, Harm,” I plead. “Do it.”
Rising a little, he clutches his fingers around my throat and I feel that first lick of panic. “What’s this?” he groans. “You want to be choked out?”
I nod fervently, letting out a hoarse sound when the clutch around my throat roughens and I gasp for air while his hips continue to piston. Arousal accumulates in me again, about to blow when he lets out a foul curse, flips me over and smacks my behind.
“Don’t you ever ask that of me again,” he growls, smacking me once more and I fall face first into the pillows. Another smack lands and I struggle to breathe, heat building up in my chest and I wriggle my hips, trembling and feeling defenseless against him. Clasping my hips, he thrusts into me and my face lands into the pillow with every prod.
I feel so ashamed, so embarrassed and more humbled than I’ve felt in my life and he seems to sense it, now wanting to fuck the shame out of me.
Reaching around, he wraps his hand around my throat and my eyes roll back in my head but he just holds it there, while pounding harder inside of me. Our skins slap and he groans and grunts, bucking ferociously and it screws me up. I meet the hits as beast as I can, putting my hand up against the headboard and toss my head back until my hair flicks him in the face. I turn my head around, our eyes clashing and I whimper at the dark look he gives me and just like that I pop off. My insides clench, squeezing him and summoning him to follow.
He comes as if he just found home, bursting through the door before rushing into each and every room, every nook and I feel flooded by him. I store his hot liquid, feeling it run down my thighs when he rests his cheek against my behind.
“Aww, angel...,” he pants, sliding his knuckles down my throat, “you know I could never hurt you. Not even if you ask me to.”
I pinch my lips, and I feel like a waterlily that’s adrift. Shifting, I lift my head, murmuring, “But you spanked me?”
“That’s very different from doing anything to your delicate throat,” he groans, stroking my behind and my sex clenches in response. “Mmm...once more before I let you fall asleep.”
A spontaneous smile crosses my face but it quickly turns into a gasp, when he ravages me for the second time tonight.
Chapter Seven
Harm
She wants to go on a run in the morning, says she feels stressed and nervous and thinks fresh air can help. I’m not as sure but she promises she won’t go far. I can’t tell her no and finally decide to agree.
Ava ties her sneakers, puts her hair up in a pony and her leggings and top are so revealing, I can see every little contour.
It’s a struggle being close to her and not touch her but I kept her up all night, so I leave her alone for now. She flashes me a million dollar smile and my eyes go to her slender throat, the throat she wanted choked last night and I feel a stirring down my pants.
It felt wrong that I enjoyed her request but I couldn’t go through with it. It feels like a sacrilege doing that to her and for fucks sake, she was a virgin. She shouldn’t have asked that of me, because I can almost guarantee she would’ve regretted it.
Having your air supply restricted isn’t for the innocent. My eyen narrow when I realize that my little Ava seems to enjoy playing with danger even in bed.
She’s infuriatingly delicate but if she keeps yanking at my hand and putting it on her throat, I may not be able to contain myself forever. I’m not immune and there’s something appealing about doing things to her body that are raw and have nothing to do with love making. My lids flutter when I think of it....Ava’s beautiful face turning red, her eyes widening, her pouty lips opening in an attempt to get some air...
