Page 44 of His to Claim

I took scattered breaths as I reached out, rubbing my fingers up and down his cloth-covered cock. I hungered to have his shaft in my mouth, sucking on his cockhead until he released his seed. I was crazed with the notion, fumbling to unfasten his belt.

He shoved me hard against the wall, immediately lifting my arms over my head. “You aren’t in charge. That’s something you will need to learn.”

“Or what?” I asked, my heart racing.

A smile crossed his face, the kind that left me shivering to the core. “Then you’ll be taught a lesson. Again. And again.” He wrapped one hand around both my wrists, flexing the fingers of his other open. As he brushed the tips down my face, I closed my eyes, merely savoring the moment.

He crawled his hand down further, slowly grasping my neck. Once again, I could feel his hot breath skating across my skin, only adding gasoline to the roaring fire. The hold was one of possession, a mere reminder that he was in charge. I heard his husky chuckle as he continued his travels, using a single finger to slide it into the cleft of my breasts.

How could such a simple touch drive me to such a heightened state of arousal? When he swirled the same finger around my nipple, I arched my back, struggling to move closer.

He snapped his fingers against my hardened bud, another growl floating around me. “Bad girl.”

The pain was nothing more than a taste of what was to come. Even though I whimpered, the sensations were dazzling.

After sweeping his hungry gaze down the length of me, he lowered his head, dragging his rough tongue around the same nipple. The relief was instantaneous, my pussy quivering from the wave of sensations. He took my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting.

This time, the wash of anguish was pronounced, driving a live wire of current down my legs. I opened my mouth in a silent moan, trembling all over. As he began to suck and lick my nipple, I fell into a beautiful lull. The blinding pain quickly moved into the most extreme pleasure until I bucked forward, wiggling in his hold.

I could feel the vibrations in his body as his desire continued to build. When he very slowly began to crawl his fingers down my stomach, kicking my legs apart, I took shallow breaths. Now I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He exuded passion and danger, exciting me even more.

Everything about this moment was so wrong, but there was no way I could resist him, the hunger too great. The moment he slid his hand between my legs, I couldn’t stop the series of moans slipping past my lips. I was shocked at the swirl of sensations.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, his voice almost inaudible.

“Yes.”

“Do you hunger for more?”

“Yes. Yes!”

He rubbed his hand up and down my pussy, the friction of the dense material against my tender tissue almost instantly bringing me to an orgasm. “Then are you going to follow my rules?”

“Rules?”

“Yes, there are always rules; ones that keep you safe, those to keep you alive, and several that can bring you either pleasure or pain. It’s entirely up to you.”

“Don’t tease me,” I managed, butterflies swarming in my tummy.

“I can do exactly what I want. I own you.” He released his hold, moving his hand to his mouth and nose as he took a long stride backwards. “I can’t wait to feast on you.”

I slumped against the wall, trying to catch my breath as he yanked the shirt from his back, dragging it over his head. The rise and fall of his chest highlighted his muscular features; broad shoulders and long arms, a perfectly chiseled set of pecs, and a narrow waist. The slight hint of the deep V cut played into my wild imagination. I could only imagine the rest of his chiseled body.

Then I noticed the slight indentation on his upper chest, the realization forcing my throat to tighten. However, there was no way the wound could have healed to that level. It was just a scar. While he followed my gaze, a slight smile curled on his lip.

Maybe he hadn’t been in the garage or maybe my recollection was tainted from the blow to my head. I shuddered, still thinking of him as Superman.

Everything about him had changed over the years, the creation standing in front of me mouthwatering. His nature was entirely predatory, a beast stalking his prey. He simply pointed to me, giving me a stern and commanding look. “Finish undressing.”

I was shocked I responded almost immediately, obeying his command as if I believed he was my owner.

My mate.

The words skittered into my mind, forcing a strangled breath, yet I did as I was told. My fingers were shaky as I struggled with the button and zipper, shimmying my hips as I peeled away the dense material. Stone’s eyes never left me as he pulled off his boots, his nostrils flaring from the intensity of his own desire.

When I was standing in only my lace thong, the look on his face was carnivorous, as if he was going to eat me alive.

I walked toward him, planting my hands once again on his chest. The tingling sensations shooting all the way down my arms were incredible, leaving me panting instantly. This time, the heat was scalding, attacking every nerve ending. I could feel the effects shooting into every cell and vein, clouding my thoughts.

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