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“More,” I whimpered, holding his head there with a tight fist in his hair.
He ran his teeth over my nipple and I bucked against him.
“More.”
He bit down on my breast and I sucked in a breath at the sting, grinding against his hand between my legs.
My nipple popped from his mouth and he switched to the other one while he rolled the one still wet from his tongue between the callus pads of his fingers. Tugging and pinching until I thought I might come from that touch alone.
I jerked and clenched everywhere he touched me, my skin on fire. Alive with the feel of him. His scent in my lungs. His warmth, like a furnace. Hiseverything.
“Fuck,” I croaked, my orgasm building as he quickened the pace with his fingers, rubbing my clit viciously with his thumb.
I could feel his smile against my breast as he sucked my nipple into his mouth again, rolling his tongue over it, drawing me to the edge.
I bucked against him as my orgasm tore through me, evicting a loud cry from my lips. The strength of it tore through my body, and I recoiled from it, the sensation almost too much to bear.
But Rook wasn’t having it. He kept my legs open with a knee to my thigh and pressed his free palm flat against my chest, shoving me back, holding me still against the door as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. Wringing every ounce of the earth shattering orgasm from my body, ignoring my claws in his forearm or the way my legs shook.
He didn’t stop until I was shuttering against the restraint of him, seeing stars, my throat dry from panting. Knees weak.
When I was able to focus on his face again, the stars receding, I saw a glint of wicked triumph in his black stare. I also saw the hard ridge of his cock pressing against his jeans and my core tightened.
I looked up at him hungrily and he slowly slipped his fingers from my pussy, bringing the glistening digits to his mouth. He sucked his pinkie clean, licking his lips when he was finished, making my breaths come heavy against his palm.
When my gaze found his cock again, he growled, pushing me beyond all limits of my control. I knocked his arm away and fumbled with the buckle of his leather belt, unable to wrench it free because of the infuriating shake in my fingers.
“Ghost—”
I dropped to my knees and drew the blade from the sheath at his ankle, feeling the sense of purepowerwith it in my hand. I stood, slicing through the leather with ease.
“Ghost, you’re hurt—”
I changed tactics, flipping the blade through my fingers, bringing it to his throat. “So are you,” I hissed, my thighs squeezing as he closed his eyes, chin tipping up to allow me better access to his carotid artery with a rumble of desire in his chest.
With my other hand, I pushed below the waistband of his jeans, wrapping his thick, silky cock with my fingers, making him jerk upright, standing at attention with a broken laugh on his lips. The piercings down his shaft bumped over my fingers, the feel of them making me soaking wet.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I challenged him and he brought his chin down, staring into my soul.
“Never.”
I threw the blade and the lightbulb over our heads shattered as I shoved Rook back, out of the scattering glass and into the shelves at his back. Several broke, knocking mop heads and piles of cloth to the floor as I clawed his jeans from his body. He lifted me when I was finished, spinning us until my back was pressed against the shelves in the dark. His breath against my lips.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered, and I didn’t know if it was because he wanted it to or because he didn’t. Both options left me wanting more. He pushed his cock against my opening, rubbing it over my clit before slipping it inside.
I bit the inside of my cheek, tipping my head back as he eased himself inside, each piercing on his Jacob’s ladder gliding in.
He curled a hand around my hip, fingers digging into my lower back. The ache in my belly was nothing compared to the immense pleasure of having him inside of me. Filling me.
“Ghost?” he asked, stopping.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, bracing myself on one of the shelves at my back, urging him closer. “I want every fucking inch,” I demanded. “I want it all.”
He sheathed himself inside me, groaning as he settled in to the hilt, his grip on my waist tightening.
I panted as I adjusted to his size, starting to move against him, needing to feel him move inside me.
Rook eased out, his piercings rubbing me just right, adding an edge to the pleasure that I could say with conviction I wouldnevertire of.
