Chapter 30
Christian tugged sharply on the sash that secured her robe then simultaneously pushed it open and down her shoulders until it trapped her arms within its folds.
Wasting no time, he bent his head, pulled a stiff, pouting nipple deep into his mouth and suckled hard until Trinity arched up against him in a silent entreaty for more, sexy little sounds of need falling unconsciously from her lips.
He smoothed his fingers down the flat plane of her abdomen and under the waistband of the sexy little boy shorts she was wearing, finding her wet and swollen. Trinity’s hips canted up to beg for his touch, to invite him inside and he took the invitation, plunging two fingers, glossy with her desire, into her needy sheath. Damn, she was tight.
He didn”t pause, just plunged his fingers in and out, relishing the slick sounds of her wetness until the constraints of her underwear irritated him enough to do something about it.
Pulling out and lifting from the bed in one fluid move, Christian stripped off the rest of his clothes, and the protest Trinity mouthed at the initial loss was replaced with what he could only describe as a purr of approval as she looked him frankly up and down.
Sitting up quickly, Trinity freed her arms and reached for his cock.
”Oh no,” he denied her, pulling the silk sash from her robe. ”None of that. You”re still owed a spanking for me finding another man in your house when I got here.”
”Nothing happened!” Trinity squeaked as he picked her up deftly, handling her featherlight weight with ease, and seated himself on the edge of the bed with Trinity sprawled across his knee.
With deft strokes, he bound her arms in front of her with the sash, and started to rain a volley of slaps down on rosy buttocks, which he suspected still held a residual smart from the night before.
He didn”t pull his blows, and her tears came quickly. Trinity was wound up. He had detected equal parts anguish and desire, as soon as he’d walked into her apartment. All jumbled together so she struggled to disentangle them, and brewing until she was almost beside herself.
He was thankful when she simply gave herself over to his correction and slumped in limp acceptance over his lap so the spanking could do its job.
The guilt and shame Trinity had been feeling at the situation with Christian and Micah was vanquished under Christian”s stern hand, and, for himself, Christian assuaged the bitter jealousy and let it go. But not without a final word.
Flipping Trinity back onto the bed, he crushed her petite body with his own, relishing the feel of her under him. ”You”re mine, Trinity,” he told her, his voice harsh with passion. ”And I don”t want to share you.”
Without giving her time to reply, he heaved himself up on his knees and pulled her lower body off the bed to meet him. ”I”m going to fuck you now,” he promised breathlessly. ”It”s going to be hard and fast and rough because I can”t hold back any longer. I don”t want to, but I will always honour your safeword. So, use it if you need to.”
He gave her a moment but Trinity said nothing, while her sultry gaze from beneath sultry hooded eyes silently begged.
With that, Christian rammed his generous cock inside her tight, wet channel, his hands holding her hips immobile as he forced his way inside in one, single, unforgiving thrust.
Trinity screamed out her compliance and grabbed hold of the sturdy metal pole that made up her headboard in a vain attempt to keep herself grounded while her back bucked off the bed of its own accord.
She cried out, again and again, with each solid plunge, unable to keep the erupting passion inside and each sound pushed Christian closer to the edge. She undid him. Accepting him on a level that he’d never dreamed possible in the past. The knowledge had him pounding into her mercilessly, over and over. Unable to hold back, he bottomed out against her cervix so that the combined pleasure and pain mingled and morphed and took her higher.
He controlled every movement of her body, every nuance of her pleasure, and for the first time in years, Chrisrian felt whole, and it was almost overwhelming.
He thought Trinity felt it too.
There was no grace and no finesse, and as dainty as she was, he recognised that she didn”t want that. She needed exactly what Christian was giving her now, a bold, hard fucking that swept up all the pent-up turmoil and emotions and flung them into a blazing conflagration of passion, lust, and sated culmination. Until finally, everything erupted in a blaze of orgasmic, white-hot ecstasy that razed them both in its wake and left them sprawled and spent, replete in a burning tangle of sweat and limbs.
And it was wonderful.
Christian just prayed he could find a way to keep her this time.
He knew she was skittish; he couldn’t blame her for that.
But he never wanted to let her go. There was more here than just two damaged hearts assuaging the past.
Christian just needed to convince Trinity to give this a chance.