Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
“Please,” Rose whimpered, desperately grinding her wet center against his rock-hard length. “I need more.”
Steel wanted to give her more.
Wanted to give her everything.
But he had to be sure.
Was this really what she wanted or was she caught up in the moment?
There was no doubt that she was turned on. Her body had been weeping for him as he’d given her ten spanks for her bratty behavior, but that wasn't an open invitation for sex.
“Be sure, little ladybug,” he warned. The last thing he wanted was to be something she regretted when the New Year rang in.
In answer, she reached between them and grabbed his length, squeezing hard enough that he groaned and somehow managed to get even harder.
“You need to start that punishment over again, my bratty little ladybug?”
Sticking out her bottom lip at him in a pout, he took that as an invitation to suck it between his lip, nipping gently at it, then devouring her mouth in a fiery kiss. It wasn't enough. He needed more. Needed to taste her.
Trusting Rose to tell him if it was too much, or if she changed her mind, he palmed the back of her head, then flipped her backward so she was lying flat on her back.
Grabbing a few of the pillows, he placed them behind her head, propping her up so she could watch everything he did to her, then he ripped her jeans the rest of the way down her legs and tossed them aside.
“Can't wait to taste you, little ladybug,” he told her as he lay on his stomach between her spread legs, his massive shoulders keeping her legs apart even if she wanted to close them, and from the needy, breathy little moans she gave, he doubted that she did.
“You should know I've never … not just this … anything …”
“I got that,” he assured her. She was a virgin.
It had been a long time since he’d been with a virgin.
Before Dr. Gardner and the experiments, he’d preferred women with more experience, but right now, he couldn’t wait to ruin this gorgeous woman spread out before him.
Break her in all the best ways as he took every one of her firsts, and then put her back together again.
“And that’s … okay?”
“I would want to devour you if you’d been with a thousand men or none at all. But I am grateful I don’t have to go and hunt down every man who got to touch you before I did and cut off their hands.”
Her gasp at his words turned into a moan as his tongue licked along her center. There might have been no men for Rose, but there had been no women for him since his body had been changed, and as he drank in her sweet taste, it felt almost like his first time all over again.
When the clock struck midnight and they entered the new year, he was going to be buried deep inside her. But Rose wasn't just a virgin, she was tiny as well, and he was huge. He needed to make sure she was well prepared so he didn't hurt her too much when he finally sank inside her tight, wet heat.
Several orgasms should do the trick.
Fingers tangling in his hair, she gripped him tight enough that his scalp stung as he feasted on her.
Alternating between long, slow, languid licks across her center, then teasing her entrance, before moving to suck hard on her bundle of nerves, flicking the tight nub with his tongue, it didn't take long until she was begging and pleading, then screaming his name as she came.
It wasn't enough. Steel was pretty sure he was already obsessed with the sound of his girl coming, and it was only round one.
“Steel, I can't,” she said as she tried to push him away, his mouth closing over her bud again.
“You can and you will,” he told her. “You wanted me to take over so you could let go, so let go, little ladybug.”
Holding both her wrists in one of his hands, he held them against her stomach, pinning her in place, and with his shoulders holding her legs spread wide, she was helpless to do anything but take every drop of pleasure he gave her.
This time, he used his mouth and his fingers.
The sound of awe as he slipped that first one inside her would forever be etched in his mind.
It didn't take him long to find out how she liked it, and he kept his mouth sealed around her bundle of nerves, suckling hard and swirling the tip of his tongue around it, as he pumped his fingers in and out.
With each thrust, he made sure to brush the pad of his fingers over that special spot inside her, and soon she was writhing beneath him.
When he had her stretched with three fingers inside her, he scraped his teeth across her bud, and she screamed his name as her internal muscles clamped around his fingers as she came.
It wasn't nearly enough.
Not letting up, he added a fourth finger, and she cried out, but he just sucked harder on her bundle of nerves.
Her hips bucked, as much because she was riding out the orgasm as to dislodge him from her overly sensitive body, but since she didn't tell him to stop, he kept going, shoving her toward a third orgasm as he relentlessly thrust his fingers in and out, and lashed her bundle of nerves with his tongue.
Orgasm number three came with a sob, and she bucked against him as pleasure tore through her system.
Steel was so hard it hurt, but as he finally released her and stood to shove down his pants, and looked at his flushed, shaking, gorgeous girl, he knew he’d rather be painfully hard every second for the rest of his life if it meant getting to share moments like this with her.
“I have to go find a condom,” he said, stooping so he could brush a finger over her cheek to catch her tears.
“No, we don’t need one,” she said, her slender fingers curling around his wrist. “I haven’t ever been with anyone as you know, but I take birth control to help regulate my periods.”
“Haven't been with anyone in a decade,” he told her, and even before that, he’d never gone in bare.
“Then it’s fine.”
“You sure?” Although he’d love nothing more than to sink into her with nothing between them, Steel wasn't sure she understood what a gift and a privilege she was offering him.
“Positive.”
That was all he needed to hear. Stretching out above her, Steel lined up and thrust inside her in a single move. Rose cried out, her fingernails clawing at his back, and he held still, giving her body time to adjust. In the end, the difference in their size meant there was no good way to do that.
When she began to relax around him, he moved, rocking his hips at first, then when she moaned as the sting of pain morphed into pleasure, he thrust harder, faster. Needing to own her, possess her, ruin her for any other men.
“Mine,” he growled as one of his hands circled her neck, squeezing just hard enough that she knew he was serious.
“So bossy,” she sassed as her ankles hooked around his hips, bringing his next thrust deeper.
“Say it,” he ordered, going still and making her whine a protest.
“Steel,” she groaned.
“Say it. Say you're mine.”
“We only just met, and everything is crazy, and—”
“Say it,” he ordered again, tightening his hold on her neck.
If this woman thought he was ever letting her go, she was crazy.
If she left there once her brother was dead, he would follow her.
He’d find a way to wear her down, to earn her trust and forgiveness, to be worthy of her heart and her soul, but he couldn’t let her go.
Thrusting hard into her, he released his hold on her neck and instead found her greedy little bundle of nerves, working it until he knew she was close and then stopping.
“Steel,” she whined, grabbing at his hand and trying to make him go back to what he’d been doing.
“Tell me you're mine,” he insisted, giving a single swipe over her bud and making her moan.
“Yours, I'm yours, just please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Told you you'd beg for me, little ladybug,” he said smugly as he resumed playing with her bud and thrusting into her until she came with a scream.
Only then did he allow his own orgasm to crash over him, consuming him in fiery pleasure right as midnight struck and the fireworks went off behind them.
With aftershocks still rippling through his system, Steel hooked an arm around Rose’s waist, grabbed the blanket, and stood, keeping himself buried inside her.
Balancing her on the railing, he tucked the blanket around them and rested his cheek on her head as they both watched the explosion of colors lighting up the night sky.
“You can't take it back,” he warned the object of his obsession, his little ladybug, his Rose. “You can't take it back.”
January 1st
8:57 A.M.
Waking up to an empty bed was not how Rose wanted to start her day.
Or her year.
Sex with Steel had been crazy and impulsive, possibly one of the stupidest things she’d ever done, and yet somehow it had also been right.
They'd watched the fireworks on the balcony, Steel’s hard length growing softer still nestled inside her, the blanket tucked around them, his body heat more than enough to keep her warm.
Then, when her eyes had started to grow heavy, he’d carried her inside, somewhat reluctantly allowed himself to slip out of her, then laid her down in his bed.
She’d half expected him to clean her up first, that’s what the heroes in the romance novels she edited always did for the heroines after mind-blowing sex, although she had no idea if real men did that in real life.
Rose shouldn’t have expected it of Steel, though. His possessive, obsessive self wanted her to fall asleep still covered in the evidence of what they’d shared. He probably thought of it as marking her in some caveman kind of way. Crazy man.
What she had expected, though, was to wake up with him still beside her.
He’d been there all night. Even in sleep, she’d been aware of his huge body wrapped around hers like the protective shield she’d always longed for. But now he was gone, and she found it absolutely sucked to wake up alone after sex, especially when it was your first time.