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“What are you thinking, Belle?” he begged, needing to know what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.
“You’re a big boy, aren’t you, William?” she murmured, her voice deepening. Then she rolled her lips inwards like she hadn’t meant to say that.
“Holy shit,” he huffed at her words, squeezing himself harder, not being able to control his reactions.
Her head tilted to one side. “Do you like it when I talk to you like that?”
“Yes,” he gritted out.
She nibbled her lip. “Do…do you want me to talk you through this?”
“God, yes.” Breathing became a struggle as his fantasy took over. He had always been the one in charge, knowing it wasn’t really what he wanted although he still managed to get off. But this was different, like she had picked through the corners of his mind to uncover his most desperate, unattainable fantasy and placed it in his lap.
He liked her taking charge, relinquishing control to her and being at her mercy. His hips rolled, pushing his cock up throughhis fist and he moaned, looking at her, waiting desperately for the next words from her lips.
“I think if we keep going like this, you’re not going to last very long, are you?”
He shook his head. Didn’t even try to deny it.
“So keep going. Pump your hand, thrust up into it.”
He did, eagerly. The couch creaking under his hips, his breathing labored and echoing around the room but he didn’t care, didn’t try to get it under control. He didn’t want to change a second of this moment, too scared it would wreck the magic she was weaving. Scared she would stop.
She leaned forward, resting her clenched hands on her knees. “That’s so good, William. Just like that.”
He needed her touch, her warm skin, her intimacy. “Can I touch you?” he begged.
“No.”
A shudder moved through him. Apparently he was equally turned on by her denying him as her taking control.
“Keep going,” she said, her eyes afire. “Don’t stop.”
His hand moved faster, squeezing tighter, needing to get there. He wanted to please her, to give her what she wanted. Sweat slicked his skin, making his path slicker, faster and so much better.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned.
“I want to see it, William,” she murmured. “Get it all over yourself.”
“Oh, my God,” Will groaned at her words, loving every moment. He felt it seconds later, his release creeping closer, just in reach. His spine tingled, his toes curled and he watched as streams of white covered the inked designs on his stomach. He continued wringing each drop and when he finally finished, the shuddering breath he hadn’t realized he was holding released inawhoosh. His arms were weak, he shifted his legs and they were like jelly.
He was wrung dry and never more satisfied.
Chapter 13
Rebelle’s pulse raced, her fingers clenched around her knees so tight her knuckles had whitened and her breath came as heavy as his. Her eyes devoured him, relaxed against the couch, his arms spread wide, head thrown back. Sweat beaded his temple. His body lax. His glistening skin shifting in a slow wave, navel dipping then chest expanding with each ragged breath he drew in.
She was in awe of him. A gradual, sleepy smile spread across his lips and her grip tightened on her knees. The sharp pounding in her core and her skittering pulse increased when her gaze latched onto the arousal coating his stomach.
Rebelle leapt to her feet and ran for the bathroom, locking herself in and sinking to the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and her breathing grew deeper as she tried to calm herself.
What the hell had she just done? She didn’t even recognize the person who spoke those words, who had the thoughts she had, and had commanded him to do those things. She had degraded him, demeaned him and made him do private things to himself all for her attention. And what was worse, what horrified her the most: shelikedit.
She wanted more.
She raised a hand, her trembling out of control as she brushed her hair back from her face.
There was a knock at the door and her stomach dipped.
