Chapter 17 #2
When he stepped away, I felt a sense of loss. As he began to unfasten his trousers, I pulled off the second shoe, almost carelessly tossing it aside.
The bouncing motion finally brought a smile to his face.
Silently, I watched him, my mouth watering from being able to enjoy every inch of his body being unveiled. There’d been so much need before that I hadn’t allowed myself to savor the moment.
While the little voice inside of me nagged that this was still so very wrong, there was no chance of denying what we both wanted.
When he was completely naked, I allowed my gaze to fall to the deep V in his abdomen, laughing nervously as a wave of embarrassment flooded me. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen a naked man before, but he was so godlike, a statue carved to perfection.
The thin line of lust and hate was broken, the dangerous, dominating side of him far too attractive.
When he finally stepped closer, I realized I couldn’t move. Just the look in his eyes kept shivers trailing down my spine.
Gentler than I believed him capable, he crawled the hem of my dress into his fists, pulling the material up and over my shoulders.
He’d seen me without clothes. He’d been gifted with a strip show, something I would never believe I’d done, but there was something entirely different about the look in his eyes.
“You’re fucking astounding. Breathtaking.”
A moment of uncertainty hit me. As soon as I started to turn my head away, he pressed his finger under my chin, guiding it back to center.
With an intense deliberateness, he pulled one arm over my head then the other, wrapping his fingers around both wrists. When he pressed me against the refrigerator, the force was enough that whatever was stored on top rattled.
A single eyebrow arched, and he lifted his head. Even the smile on his face couldn’t hide his intense longing, the look even more predatory.
I wiggled in his hold, unable to keep from peering down at his massive cock.
“Are you hungry, my wildcat?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need my dick buried deep inside of you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Another smile flickered across his lips before he bent his head, swiping his tongue back and forth across my aching nipple. Every slow and easy movement sent a series of vibrations through my body, a warmth like I’d never felt before.
I lolled my head to the side as he brushed his lips to my other hardened bud, sucking before biting the tender tissue. As he reared back, his look full of admiration, I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
When he let go of my arms, I slowly allowed them to fall until they were draped around his shoulders.
With his chest heaving, he forced one of my legs around his hip, positioning the tip of his thick, long cock against my pussy lips. The ache inside was almost painful as the desire whipped into a frenzy.
The moment he plunged the entire length inside, I banged my head against the stainless steel and drove my fingernails into his shoulder.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, yes. Fuck.”
He laughed hearing my dirty words, shifting back and forth until he was fully seated inside. “Your fucking pussy is drenched, Wildcat. I adore that about you. I’ll be the only man who makes you this way.”
“Uh-huh.” There was no denying his promise. At this moment, I didn’t want anyone else.
My muscles stretched while still clamping around the thick invasion.
His hand brushed aimlessly down my arm to my leg, all the while his cock pulsing deep inside, the thick cords in his neck tense.
“You crave my cock?”
“Maybe.”
“Your wet pussy betrays you.”
I laughed, the sound totally ripped with lust. He pulled out until just the tip was inside and I dragged the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip. Being able to draw his attention left me with a feeling of power.
My own sense of control.
He casually thrust inside once again and I leaned my head against the cold surface, thankful for the slight relief from the explosive heat. Yet the tingling sensations continued to pool in my belly. The chill wouldn’t last for long.
I was lit with pleasure, the rush of pure bliss keeping me unable to focus. He pulled out again. This time I whimpered.
“You can’t get enough, you dirty little girl.” The deep chuckle was empowering and when he pinched my nipple between his fingers, I arched my back.
As he started to pound into me, I felt as if I was freefalling. I clamped my legs against him, trying to meet every brutal plunge.
“You’re so tight. So goddamn wet.” His voice was so deep, so husky that I was forced to strain to hear him.
As he fucked me, I fell into the same sweet rhythm, clawing his arms, marking him with my nails the way he was doing with his scent on my skin.
We rocked together, the large appliance moving with us. There was something even more powerful about the rush and raw adrenaline.
He was savage in his actions, even wrapping one hand around my throat, lifting my chin with his thumb. His eyes bore into mine, his breathing coming at exactly the same beat.
Every plunge created even more desire, his possessive hold awakening the darkness locked deep inside. Even the friction we created together was like sweet magic.
My heart pulsed in my throat.
My lips were swollen from the rough kisses.
My pussy ached.
And all I could think of was wanting more.
I was lost, spiraling out of control. When he squeezed his fingers around my neck, the electric vibrations pushed me into the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” My body jerked as the sweet moment of ecstasy ignited every nerve ending.
“That’s a good girl. Come for me. Slicken my cock. I need to fill you with my seed.”
His dirty talk was perfect and as a rush of stars floated in front of my eyes, I felt more than just the bliss of satisfaction. I felt more alive than I had in years.
The air crackled with lust and electricity, but also something even more intense.
Utter blinding need.
He didn’t slow, teaching me how powerful his domination and savagery could be. I was blinded, yet able to see the darkness in his eyes.
So powerful.
So controlling.
We rocked together, his cock swelling more than before. He was stretching me, the ache deep in my tight channel unreal.
So powerful.
So intense.
Out of breath, all I could do was breathe his name. When I did, he captured my mouth as he’d done before, the kiss as if from a man starving. I clung to him, still shaking all over.
There was no thinking.
No way of stopping the emotions rolling through me.
We were both desperate. As he dominated my tongue, I swept my fingers through his hair, digging my nails into his scalp as I tugged the same way he’d done with me.
As his body tensed, I squeezed my pussy muscles until a growl slipped past the kiss. He slammed into me, harder.
Faster.
There was nothing like the feeling of being so lost in one man.
If only for a few precious moments.
As soon as he erupted deep inside, he broke the kiss, both of us gasping as another wave jetted from his body into mine.
For a few seconds, we took deep breaths. His forehead was pressed against mine.
His hand still wrapped around my throat.
His cock still buried deep inside.
Right or wrong.
A line crossed that couldn’t be undone.
An enemy to a lover.
Soon to be my husband.