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Swallowing, the hard knot in my throat added to the pulse and heat between my legs. He lowered his gaze, the shimmer in his eyes like a warm beacon in the night. He lowered his head, gliding the tip of his nose down my cheek, his heated breath tingling every inch of me. His lips trailed a line down my neck and he used his teeth to yank the edge of my dress to the side. He rolled his lips across my collarbone to my shoulder, his breathing as ragged as mine.
The moment left me breathless, so much so a whimper pushed past my lips. This was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I never wanted it to end.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, as if my answer would change anything.
“Should I be?”
“Yes, without a doubt.”
He pressed his body against mine and I felt all of him, the hard throb of his cock against my stomach matching the thrumming pulse in my throat. I was breathless, unable to move yet longing to touch every inch of him.
For a few seconds, I felt as if I was teetering on the edge of danger, as if he’d consume all of me.
I gasped for air and the second he backed away, in one swift motion removing then tossing his shirt, I was thrown into an incredible haze.
My God, the man was built like a powerhouse, all carved muscle. He was covered in ink, various shades of black and red adorning his arms and chest. I was thrown by the beauty of his art, mesmerized by the selection. Each one alluded to danger, the very savagery he’d mentioned.
He advanced once again, yanking my dress up and over my head. I planted my hands on his chest, shuddering from the feel of tremendous heat. Then he tossed me onto the small bed, yanking off my heels. Between the vibrations of the train and the crackling electricity, I was breathless, incapable of putting two coherent words together.
I watched in fascination as he ripped the belt from his trousers, running the thick leather through his fingers. The moment he cracked the tip onto the floor, my legs trembled. I dragged my tongue across my lips, the anticipation intense. The way he stared at me was intensely unnerving and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should fear the man. Yet I also knew he wouldn’t hurt me, never harming something he considered his possession.
The thought was both riveting and twisted but it was an aphrodisiac that threatened to consume what was left of my rationality. He wasn’t into romantic interludes or hiding behind the façade of foreplay. Our encounter would be rough and passionate. I slid my hand down the side of my neck as I moved onto my knees, basking in the definition of every toned muscle on his body.
He removed the rest of his clothes, and I was close to being delirious from the sight of him. Standing at least six foot five, his broad chest quickly fell into a sharp, carved V leading to powerful thighs. He was a creation from the gods, perfect in every way. His cock was magnificent, long and thick, the tip purple from his shaft throbbing with need. I needed to wrap my mouth around it, sucking until I was rewarded with his sweet cream.
When he advanced, I suddenly had to urge to tease him, jerking to the right, managing to leap off the bed.
His growl was subtle yet prickled my skin. “You’re not going anywhere.” Why did the sound of his deep voice have such an effect on me? He easily tossed me onto the bed again, grabbing my ankle and yanking me to the edge. When he cupped my lace-covered mound, pushing me down onto my back, I sucked in my breath as stars floated in front of my eyes. His actions brutal, he rubbed his thick fingers up and down my pussy, the friction releasing a deep moan from my throat.
I rose onto my elbows, watching as he pushed a single finger through the thin material, flicking the tip back and forth around my clit. I couldn’t stop quivering, my mind a foggy mess. This was sinful and filthy, something I might regret in the morning, but there was no turning back. His grin was dark, his eyes twinkling in the dim lighting and when he dropped to his knees, burying his face in my wetness, I threw my head back.
“Oh…” The sound echoed, bouncing off the steel walls, the wave of vibrations from the train keeping me on edge. As we neared a city, the various lights streaming in through the windows captured my attention. A slight wash of embarrassment cascaded all the way down to my curled toes, the thought of anyone possibly seeing us shameful.
And delicious.
This was pure decadence.
I gasped the moment he drove his tongue into my tight channel, but the sound quickly melted from the pressure he used. Every sound he made was animalistic, pushing me deeper into a moment of euphoria. When he sucked the lace into his mouth, I let out another strangled moan. No man had touched me this way, pushing me toward ecstasy so soon. He ripped a larger hole, the noise making me laugh nervously.
A part of me wanted to fight him off, maintaining some level of decency, but within seconds I floated away. I squeezed my eyes shut as he sucked on my pussy lips, driving me to the point of madness. He was almost frantic in his actions, his needs becoming overwhelming. When he pulled back, I shuddered deep inside. With a snap of his wrist, he removed the unwanted thong, tossing it aside as the trash it had become.
“A souvenir,” he muttered casually, as if the thought wasn’t crude. The visions of him sucking on the lace, jacking off with the material wrapped around his massive cock was enough to force my pussy to clamp and release several times.
Then he lifted my legs, pressing them wide open, chuckling darkly as he blew across my slickened folds. Phoenix kept his palms pressed against my inner thighs, using his thumbs to open my swollen folds, exposing every inch of me. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life, no longer capable of focusing on anything but the dirty moment.
His eyes never left me as he began his feast, taking his time to lick up and down, exploring as if he had all the time in the world. The hot, wet strokes of his thumbs pushed me into a state of bliss, my mind foggy. He was masterful in pulling me to the very edge then yanking back. He wanted me to beg him for it, to plead to be able to come.
I wasn’t the kind of girl who succumbed to anyone, but with every roll of his finger, every soft lick of his rough tongue, I lost control of the girl I’d always been. He was breaking down my walls, his savagery all I could think about. As the scent of our desire and his testosterone floated into my system, I lolled my head to the side. Catching my breath was impossible. Every nerve in my body was on fire, standing on end as he licked me in a brutal frenzy. The moment he thrust two fingers inside, pumping hard and fast, I let out another scream.
“Yes. Yes… Oh, God, I need to come.”
“Not yet. If you disobey me, you’ll be punished.”
Punished. The single word should horrify me, but I was elated, a small part of me wanting nothing more than becoming a very bad girl.
“Oh, please. Please…” Hearing the words would normally sicken me, but they felt right. I laughed, a single bead of perspiration trickling down my cheek, falling ever so slowly to the bed. The train hit a rough patch, the gyrations forcing his fingers and tongue in deeper. This was pure madness. I tensed, trying to hold back, the control he had over my body indescribable.
Hie grip becomes tighter as he pushed me to my limits, every sound fueling the fire burning so brightly between us.
