Chapter Seventeen
Kay
My demon slammed me against the nearest wall, a needy growl releasing from his throat. "Say it again,” he begged into my neck, his teeth latching onto my skin. I welcomed the sting, hissing as I arched into him.
“Yes, Col,” I breathed, my hands running over his head.
“Fuck,” he growled, coming back up to claim my mouth.
He bent, shoving the fabric of my dress up as his hands found my ass.
He lifted me, and my legs wrapped around him without a second thought as his tongue danced with mine.
His rock-hard erection pressed into my bare core, earning a plea from me, sending waves of heat up my spine.
“You want this cock, baby?” he rasped against my lips.
I whimpered for him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I began to move up and down, using my thighs.
The fabric of his slacks rubbed against my clit.
The number of times I'd came on this man’s pants—I needed to buy him new ones.
He aided me in my search for pleasure, his forehead against mine as we watched our bodies.
“Say it, Karina.”
There was a new kind of desperation in his voice that caused me to halt my movements. I pulled back to look at him, and I sucked in a breath. His eyes were filled with anguish, those ice walls fully melted, allowing me to see my Col for the first time in years.
“Hi there, handsome,” I croaked, my heart crying out in victory as my hands cupped his face.
His hips pressed me into the wall, holding me there as his hands buried themselves in my hair so he could stare into me.
That beautiful, tormented face looked at me, studied me, as if he was trying to memorize this moment, to brand it into his memory forever.
“I can’t—I won’t. I hurt you, Karina. I—” he said furiously, stumbling over his words.
I knew that anger wasn’t toward me.
“I want this, Col. I want you. There is nowhere I would rather be,” I whispered, kissing him again. He pulled away, unsure. “Take me, Collin,” I said, stroking his cheekbone as my other hand snaked in between us, my eyes never leaving his.
The anger in his eyes diminished as I shoved my hand inside his slacks, fisting him for the first time.
I moaned at the size of him. He was thick, soft to the touch, and yet hard as steel…
everything I'd imagined. “I am so wet for you, Col.
You're the only man who can get me wet. You make me ache for you,” I rasped as I stroked him.
His pupils dilated, his jaw hardened, his fingers gripping my hair tighter as he fought himself. I placed soft, quick kisses all over his face before finding his ear.
“Claim me, Col. I’m yours.”
With a growl, he released my hair, bringing my mouth to his as I continued to stroke his length.
He moaned in my mouth—raw. Real. My pussy quivered at the sound.
Our tongues danced, finding a new rhythm—our rhythm—as his hand yanked down the top of my dress, freeing my heavy breasts.
My nipples were peaked and ready for him.
A rough hand covered my left breast, squeezing roughly as he shuddered, thrusting his hips up as my hand fucked him.
Twisting, stroking. My thumb swiped over his head, the bead of his arousal soaking it.
I spread it over him, lubing his cock up before stroking him slowly.
With a groan, he released my mouth and drove for my chest, his lips wrapping around a nipple.
“Ahh,” I breathed, wrapping an arm around his neck. He alternated back and forth between my breasts, showering them with attention, kisses, and nibbles.
“These fucking tits,” he muttered, pressing them together as he rose back up. He stared at them for a moment before looking at me. “You ruined everything for me,” he whispered, pulling me away from the wall.
I nodded. “I know.”
His eyes flared, and his jaw tightened as I lined his cock up with my entrance.
“Damn you, angel. Damn you for making me laugh. Damn you for making me smile. Damn you for making me crave you,” he snapped as my back hit the wall again, my legs tightening around him. I whimpered, snaking my hand around in his slacks to palm his ass.
“Fuck me. Please,” I begged, my pussy dripping for him.
“I’m dragging you and your sweet pussy back down to hell with me,” he growled, snapping his hips up to my core.
He entered me, and my soul sighed.
My mouth let out a scream of pleasure I never thought I would make, my arms tightening around the back of his neck as my hand cradled his head against my chest—next to my heart.
“Fuck,” he growled into my skin, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass.
He was so big. So thick. So right. My body began to shake as I struggled to accommodate him. Bliss, pure, raw bliss rained down on me as my heart burned for him. Only him. Always him.
This dark man, this ruthless, cold man, was the only person my body wanted.
A man made of ice igniting me up in flames, burning bright in the night. My light clashed against his darkness, blending together as our bodies have.
“Col,” I gasped.
“Karina,” he breathed as he pulled out and pushed into me to the hilt, the force shoving me up the wall. I clenched around him, unable to help it, crying out again.
“You are my undoing,” he whispered as he began to fuck me slowly.
I savored every inch of him, whimpering and pressing my lips against his forehead.
My tenderness contrasted with his rough thrusts, and he pulled away from my chest to watch his cock claim me, his blue eyes blazing with heat, his jaw still clenched.
“Look at that little pussy, baby. Taking my cock so well,” he whispered, his voice void of any previous coldness. It was warm, passionate, gruff.
My head fell back against the wall, his dirty words wrapping around me, making my core quiver. He pulled out and slammed into me again with a grunt.
“Mm, she’s a hungry girl, isn’t she?” Jesus.
“Collin,” I rasped as he began to fuck me faster, keeping a steady, punishing pace.
He fisted my hair, forcing me to look at him. “You like my cock inside you, angel?”
“Yes!” I cried.
“You like sinning for your demon?” He smacked my ass, my pussy clenching around him again and again. I nodded, gasping as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. The hand in my hair came down to grip my jaw, forcing me to keep eye contact with him as he impaled me.
I needed more of him. Deeper… “Harder,” I begged.
He chuckled. “I’ll break you, Karina.”
“Shatter me, then,” I moaned.
The cord snapped.
His nostrils flared, and suddenly, I was on the bed, empty as he stood above me, his chest heaving as he stroked his length. I took a second to appreciate it, marveling at the angry, dark red head and the drop of release leaking out of it.
Needing to come, I began to rub my clit, unashamed as I continued to stare at his cock. He growled, moving his hand faster.
“Show me, Karina. Show your demon how you fucked that pretty, pink pussy when you thought of him,” he rasped.
He was so dirty.
Moving my two fingers in slow, steady circles over my clit, I looked up into his eyes. Spurts of pleasure zinged through my core as I gave him a show. Using my free hand, I played with my breast.
“That’s a good girl.”
I whimpered, sinking my fingers into my pussy, knowing nothing would ever compare to him. Never again would I be fully satisfied, complete.
He kicked his shoes off and dropped his cock, letting it bob for me as he began unbuttoning his shirt. My fingers moved in and out, the pressure building as my thighs began to shake. Col yanked his shirt off and I gasped at the sight.
He was a living work of art, one my eyes craved to stare at for the rest of my days.
“Fuck, Col. You are so—so beautiful,” I breathed, bringing my fingers up to my clit as my eyes trailed over the valley of muscles and tattooed skin.
Every inch of him was covered in ink, some words, some pictures.
There was a skull in the center, taking up the majority of his abdomen.
Spurts of pleasure shot through me as I entered myself again.
My back arched slightly, my body eager to reach its peak.
“That’s it, baby. Give Daddy a show,” he rumbled, his hungry eyes focusing on my pussy, his thumb rubbing across his bottom lip, swollen from our kisses.
Daddy.
My orgasm slammed into me, rocking me as my back arched off the bed. “Col! Fuck—oh, God!”
He was on me then, slapping my hand away and pinning them both above my head as he thrusted into my spasming core. The king bed shook from the sheer force of his fucking.
“There is no God here, baby. Just me,” he hissed as he began his brutal fucking, his hips slamming into mine over and over.
I cried out, moving against him in search of mercy as one orgasm rolled into the next, the head of his thick cock hitting me in the right spot with every thrust. He dropped his head, his lips against my ear.
“Don’t you dare stop milking Daddy’s cock.
You give him all of it,” he growled, his free hand snapping to my hip as my legs wrapped around him.
“Waited ten fucking years for this, Karina.”
I moaned, cried, and wept for him. “Yes! Yes, Col!”
“Feel so fucking good. Too fucking good,” he pushed out against my neck before biting it.
My spine arched again as he pulled all the way out before slamming home, over and over.
His cock ripping my pussy, stretching it to fit him and only him.
He owned me. When my body was spent, and I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he chuckled.
My demon released my hands, sitting back on his ankles, his hands gripping my hips, bringing my body onto his punishing cock. He snarled at the sight before him as I clawed at the sheets, his pace not letting up.
“Col,” I whimpered, begging for mercy.
He shook his head, his blue eyes bright with desire. “Your demon wants one more, angel.”
I couldn’t possibly. I couldn’t feel my legs. The only thing I felt was him, invading me, claiming me.
“Daddy,” I wept, tears falling from my eyes.