Page 84 of Ready For His Rule

A blast so brilliant, he could no longer keep his restraint from getting torched too.

He bent deeper over her. Slid his free hand up until wrapping it around the base of her throat, pressing in hard enough that she damn well knew he was there. “Yes,” she rasped, filling his grip with the vocal vibrations, as his cock swelled into every corner of her channel.

“Yes,” he echoed against the hollow of her ear, lust enflaming him in equal measure, cutting everything in his mind down to sparse syllables—primitive words from the wildest, most untamed part of him. “Yes. Yes. Tigress mine. All of you. Pussy. Ass. Body. Mind.”

“Yes…Sir.”

Despite her hard breathing, the acquiescence was a perfect pair of soft sighs. The liquid texture of her body gave him the rest of that story. She’d given him everything and now soared in pure surrender. Disconnecting, only to reconnect. Becoming a ball of her most basic needs, her animal-level desires. Goddamn, he knew the feeling. Was nearly there himself. It roared in the center of his balls then chased the white-hot pleasure up his shaft. Pumped into her impossibly tight tunnel until he was nothing but a beast himself, sliding his hand up, clamping his palm over her mouth.

“With me, submissive. Come with me. Squeeze your cunt around my cock. Scream your pleasure against my skin.”

Her breathing doubled. Her lips opened against his palm.

Her sex convulsed around his dick.

As her climactic cry fired into his hand.

Holy. Fuck.

He was done.

Broiled.

Scorched.

And now, spilling with heat belonging only to her.

Onlyto her.

What the hell was she doing to him?

No orgasm, with any other lover, had brought him even close to this inferno—so intense it imploded his mind, destroyed his logic, consumed his body. He was the core of a bullet, exploding from its casing. The heart of a volcano, awakened to blue fire by the gods. A flood bursting past a dam, taking down giant chunks of control in the unstoppable deluge.

He was…changed.

He was terrified.

A truth not letting up, in clarity or intensity, even as their climaxes mellowed to dull roars and he rose, gliding carefully out of both her entrances. A psychic glare only growing as he leaned and grabbed a box of tissues from the office’s credenza, wiping his hands and cock as best as he could, before making himself decent again. A pressure turning his chest to lead as he peeled her off the desk then rolled her directly into his arms, sitting in the leather chair again, using its mobility to gently rock them both.

An ache in places deeper than that lead, as Tracy curled herself into him with sighs that were nearly songs. Soft. Grateful. Happy. The siren to his serpent, appeasing his soul with the magic of her music.

But not easing the terror.

Terror he’d just been preaching at her to embrace, to move through, to confront and conquer.

Hypocrite.

He grunted softly.

Guilty as charged.

Though if the universe wanted to pursue a trial, he was tagging a co-conspirator. Fate wasn’t getting out of taking some of this blame. Nor, dammit, from helping him shoulder the consequences—namely, the impossible task of figuring out where his life went from here. Three days ago, here had been a lot less complicated. Daunting yet doable. Now, doable had disappeared behind enemy lines, and he had no rescue helo in sight.

Doable was gone.

Leaving only one entity behind in the bunker with him.

Impossible.

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