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His hands hold me firmly in place, his lips and teeth assaulting my collarbone, trailing up to nip my neck just at the base of my ear. He takes my breath away, each graze of his teeth dangerously close to breaking through, teasing me with the promise of pain and pleasure.
“Oh yes,” I moan softly, my head falling back, surrendering to the rising heat simmering beneath my skin. His teeth graze my skin, tracing a path back to where he bit before, and he growls against my neck—a rumble that acts as a perfect vibration against my flesh.
Desire courses through me, and I ache for more from him, craving every nuance of his touch.
His teeth nip my lip, and I whimper, finding the courage to turn the tables on him. “Give me your mouth.” The words spill from my lips as I test the waters, wondering if he’ll comply and submit to me.
Aching, needing, and wanting to give in to him more than anything, I glide my hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and into his hair, pulling him toward me.
His dark eyes seem even darker in the confined space of the car, his pupils blown wide with lust, and then, he surprises me, spearing my mouth with his tongue.
I suck him into my mouth, our gazes never wavering.
He submitted to me. He is mine, just as much as I am his.
Releasing his tongue, I find the courage to speak words I never thought would escape my lips. “I love you, Desmond,” I say breathlessly, clinging to his neck to steady myself.
He yanks me closer to his chest, his hand firmly tangled in my hair. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Desmond,” I murmur, allowing the words to burst forth, raw and unfiltered.
His lips crash down on mine before I can take another breath, his passion both loving and tender, a stark contrast to the powerful man revealed every time he takes control of me like this. In these moments, he shatters every last shred of self-control inside me with his overwhelming power and strength, just like he promised. Everything becomes a dim haze of sensation, a world where only he and I exist.
My hands glide down his body, trembling with need and desire, swiftly unbuttoning his jeans. He waits patiently, kissing me with an unrelenting fervor.
As his arousal springs free, I grasp the head firmly, running my thumb along the sensitive ridge.
“I need you now,” I murmur, rolling my hips forward, my arousal dripping onto his jeans.
Unable to contain the shudder that courses through me, I roll against him repeatedly. The head of his cock teases my labia, leaving a trail of his pre-cum and igniting a fire that races up to my clit.
“Scoot back,” he coos into my ear, pulling back from his seat. My pussy grazes his tip, and a moan escapes my throat at the electrifying contact. “Good girl,” he whispers, his eyes heavy-lidded and dazed.
His hands find my hips again, pinning me in place as he forces himself against me. The smoothness of his movements causes waves of pleasure to wash over me as we teeter on the edge before the inevitable fall into bliss.
“Fuck,” I moan under my breath in frustration as I push against him, desperate for more friction. “Please,” I plead, unable to control the mounting need within me for him to be deeper inside me.
“Ride me, Charlotte,” he instructs, leaning back, his hands sliding to my thighs as he grants me this moment of control. His smirk is laden with seductive secrets. “You’re still injured, and everything I want to do to you will make it worse, so ride me, Charlotte. Take every ounce of pleasure from me.”
I rise up, my hands gripping his shoulders as I slowly lower down onto his thick length. My entire body shudders as he fills me perfectly. “Tell me,” I whisper, leaning in for yet another kiss. I can’t get enough of his lips, of him and his desires.
“Tell you what, kitten?” He grinds his teeth, struggling to remain still.
“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I reply, the need to know driving me to sink down on him fully.
“Oh, I’ll tell you everything you want to hear, kitten, and everything you don’t.” He groans, leaning his head back. I feel my walls contracting around him, tightening in sync with my pulse.
I rise slowly and then drop back down, riding him at a deliberate pace, mirroring our breaths.
“First, I’ll fuck that tight little slit of yours, stretching out every last bit of pleasure buried inside you because you’re so wet right now,” he murmurs, his eyes traveling up my body as he pinches my nipples.
My body jerks at the sensation, my orgasm teetering on the edge. It takes everything in me to hold back. I want to draw this moment out.
He starts to move, thrusting slowly upward, and I can’t suppress the moan that escapes me as I wrestle with my own body to delay my release.
“You’re so sexy when you’re wet and needy for me,” he says, tilting his hips so that his tip rubs against my G-spot while he speaks. “I want to fuck you, Charlotte, not just make love to you. I want to tie you up, blindfold you, tease you, hurt you, and make you beg for me.”
His words send shockwaves of desire through me. As he continues to talk, the tension builds, pushing me closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
