TWENTY-SEVEN - Rosalie #2
Liquid desire pours down my throat and alights every nerve on fire.
The events of the day, all the emotions crash through me.
The adrenaline from pissing him off, the agony of watching him on a disc with somebody else.
The sheer terror of what might be happening with Ella, all bursts through me and then compresses, losing me in his kiss.
His hand tunnels roughly through my hair, and he jerks my head back and kisses me deeper, bruising my lips, and then he bites along my neck and down my throat. I gyrate against him, my brain fuzzing. He s everything.
He rips open my blouse and my bra before scraping his whiskered jaw down my torso to suck on both breasts. Pain flashes along my skin. He bites a nipple, and I cry out. I m frantic. I reach for his pants and rip them open, shoving them down.
He yanks up my skirt and tears away my panties. God, I want you. This had better be okay.
It s okay, I breathe. I want you. All of you. It s the truth. I ve never needed anybody this badly. Part of it might be relief. Relief that he hasn t hurt Ella and he isn t going to hurt me. He kisses me again and his fingers find me. I m more than wet and ready.
He growls low and bites the tender area where my shoulder meets my neck. Erotic pain flashes to my aching nipples. Desire zings through me, right to my clit.
I gasp his name and move against him. He shoves down his boxers and presses me against the wall.
With one hard thrust, he impales me. I cry out and wrap both arms around his shoulders, both legs around his hips, holding tight.
This is incredible. It s everything. There s nothing but him.
He starts to pound, his fingers digging into my hips and holding me in place.
I start to spiral and he slows down. Wait, I protest. Don t stop.
He kisses me again, going deep, and tweaks one of my nipples. I moan against his skin and feel even wetter, when he kisses me again, nipping across my jaw to bite my ear lobe. My entire body shudders.
This is a craving that can t be healthy, but I don t care. He pulls out in one smooth motion and tosses me onto my stomach over the old beer barrel.
I gasp and grab the sides, surprise freezing me. Then he s right there again, holding my hips, pulling me back, and shoving deep inside me. I groan his name and turn my head to the side. He pulls out and then pushes back in.
It s amazing. It s wonderful. I urge him to go faster. The only thing that matters right now is that orgasm that s looming so close. More importantly, he asked and I gave consent. How could I not? He pulls out again and I protest, but his fingers are at my clit, plucking and playing.
Wind whistles and then I hear the sharp crack of leather flat against my ass.
I hear the sound before I feel the pain.
It rushes through me with heat, and I cry out, partially rising but still gyrating against his talented fingers.
In the back of my shocked brain, I realize that pain and pleasure can mingle.
I would ve bet against that fact, and I would ve lost. I shouldn t like this . .. but I do.
He hits me again. The sound is deafening. Alexei, I whisper brokenly.
He doesn t stop. His fingers keep playing, and I ride them wildly. I m so close to an orgasm that waves are starting, and he hits me again in rapid succession. One, two, three more times.
Don t ever challenge me again in front of a room full of killers, he whispers, his tone low and dangerous, heating my ear.
Fair enough. The belt warms my ass in a way that can t be healthy. Pain careens through me. Then all I can feel is his fingers and the pain and the heat and the fire as it spreads through my lower half, even up to my breasts. This is insane.
He hits me again, and I take it, almost rising for it this time. What is happening? I want more. Right or wrong ... and I m afraid he knows it. His fingers slow.
No, I gasp.
Three more hits in rapid succession and I cry out from each one. His fingers stop and I push back against him.
One of his arms bands around my waist and the other holds my neck. He hammers into me fast and deep. I hold on, pain echoing across my butt through my entire pussy to right where we meet, right where I need him.
This is too much. I can t think of anything. My brain is completely gone. He hammers harder and harder, and finally I explode, shrieking his name. The orgasm lasts forever, prolonged by the heated marks on my butt. He jerks hard inside me with his own climax, and we both come down panting.
Tears slide from my eyes, and I wipe them slowly away. He leans back and my legs fall to the floor. My skirt is still up around my waist, and my bra and shirt are shredded, leaving me bare to him. Taken.
I focus on the belt he tossed back on the barrel and blink, trying to return to reality. My legs trembling, I stand and turn to face him, my knees wobbling.
He slowly tucks in his shirt, pulls up his pants and zips them.
In a daze, I turn to look at the closed door. Reality hits me harder than a wet brick. There is no way everybody out there didn t hear everything. Heat flames into my face, but I can t move.
He looks at me, tall and powerful. Devastatingly in control. Do we have an understanding?
I can t move. He did that on purpose.
There s even a bite mark on his neck from me. I shake my head, mortified. My body s still somehow on fire. My temper tries to make an appearance, but the humiliation is too strong. Even my glare feels submissive. What was that? Another claiming? I want to sound snappy, but my voice is hoarse.
He smiles and the sight is nowhere near kind. No, baby. That was a taming.