Chapter 10
Catherine
Before the full blow of his weight came crashing down, I managed to scramble up a couple of stairs. The brunt of his massive body landed on my legs awkwardly and I was able to kick him with enough force he tumbled down the stairs.
But he was lightning quick, refusing to fail a second time. The look on face was wired, rich with almost desperate need. “Stop fighting me, angel. Allow me to show you what blinding passion feels like.”
“Never.” Even as I muttered the words in utter frustration, my body was betraying me just as he’d suspected. There was no stopping the man and in truth, I didn’t want to.
The desire roaring through me was unforgivable. Within seconds, he’d ripped my skirt, the sound unmistakable. He managed to tug the material down my legs, yanking it off completely. There was nothing normal about the moment nor was he even human any longer. He was a beast taking what he wanted.
My skin was clammy, the rush of adrenaline as powerful as the wanton desire that was overtaking any sense of rational thought.
My core was pulsing more than before, my heartrate off the charts.
I tried to keep him from shredding my panties, but I failed as I’d done with everything else with him.
Being torn between wanting and loathing was a strange aphrodisiac.
He wasn’t about to give in, snapping the lace from my body. But he didn’t stop there, raking his hand down the front of my shirt. Buttons flew, the blouse rendered useless.
With one hand pressed on the stair beside me, he positioned his body between my legs, peering down at me with such ferocity that I was left breathless.
“Don’t deny me or yourself.”
As he crushed his mouth over mine, the feel of his soft lips was entirely different. There was passion in every aspect of the man and his determination to dominate me was nothing I could fight. He was far too strong.
And we were both far too hungry.
The moment was as powerful as the man, pushing me into exposing the darkness swelling inside. Fighting with him had become an art that further increased the longing. He dominated my tongue as he’d done before, yet it wasn’t enough for him.
I doubted anything would be.
Lifting his head, his upper lip curled as his nostrils flared. “You’re all mine.”
The three words shouldn’t mean anything outside of the heat of the moment, but I knew better.
He was laying claim to someone who didn’t belong to him. Not that he cared. Rules weren’t meant for him to follow.
He ripped at my bra, exposing my breast. As soon as he did, he cupped and squeezed, using his thumb and forefinger to tease my nipple.
When he pinched it between his fingers, I cried out.
Not from pain, but from excitement and need.
He’d figured out that I couldn’t deny or ignore the cravings that I’d felt since the moment I’d met him.
While his weight was unbearable, I longed to see every inch of his naked body, hungering for his skin to be pressed against mine. The way his hips were pinning me, keeping me from escaping was seductive instead of repulsive.
With both of us breathing rapidly, he took a few seconds to peer down at me as he’d done before. Yet this time the darkness had consumed him.
He devoured a nipple, sucking and pulling the tender flesh between his teeth.
I involuntarily arched my back, stretching my muscles.
He shifted to my other hardened bud, taking his time to lick as if it were a piece of delicious candy.
When he returned to the first, I’d already lolled my head to the side.
The fight was fading as the need for him increased.
I barely had time to collect my breath before he was curled in between my legs. There was no possibility of objecting before he had them bent and open wide, exposing all of me.
Nothing within him allowed for patience.
He dropped his head, burying his face in my pussy.
I was so wet, juice already slickening my inner thighs.
Gasping, I stared up at the coffered ceiling, trying to understand what was happening, why I’d all but given him permission to take what didn’t belong to him.
There was no acceptable answer.
He forced my legs open wider, keeping me pinned down. There was nowhere to go, no possibility of escaping him. Not that I wanted to. He slowed his actions until his tongue was teasing my folds, taking his time to drive me to the point of begging him to fuck me.
Just like he wanted.
Like he’d predicted.
The swipe of his tongue around my clit was almost too much. I was already sensitive, every inch of skin tingling from the harsh spanking and the way he’d touched me. Lava coursed through my veins, a delicious yet sinful feeling that had erupted long before this moment.
Every touch was rough and soon, I was lost in the sweet paradise of his mouth and tongue. With every demanding touch, I sensed this was nothing more than an act of punishment for denying him.
He was bringing me so close to a wondrous climax then pulling away, as if teaching me a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget. He rimmed my opening several times, only thrusting his tongue inside my tight channel after I’d released several moans.
I bit my lip to try to keep from crying out, but it was no use.
I was awash in sweet pleasure, incapable of shutting down the electric sensations.
Writhing beneath him, I struggled to reach him several times before giving up.
He’d already driven me into a blissful moment of nirvana and I’d yet to orgasm.
He continued his assault, bringing me to the sweet precipice several times.
I finally managed to grab a fistful of hair, tossing my head back and forth as the lights seemed to flash in front of my eyes.
I heard myself cry just as a wave of pleasure tore through me.
There was no chance at holding back, no understanding of why it was so easy to let go with him.
With this monster.
But I did, a single orgasm drifting into another beautiful wave. I bucked hard against him, grinding my pussy into his face. The pleasure was overwhelming, pure sweet ecstasy.
I lolled my head as I’d done before, barely able to move or breathe.
He was suddenly hovering over me, the look in his eyes completely possessive. He kissed me again, this time without remorse, his actions primal, almost vicious as he swept his tongue inside. Tasting myself on him was strange yet inviting, and like the combined scent of our desire, intoxicating.
When he pulled away, he stood over me, preventing me from leaving while he removed his clothes. I was lightheaded, my vision foggy, yet I wanted to see him, every inch. I longed to trace his muscles with my tongue, tasting his skin.
I was so wet and hot. When I was finally able to focus, I licked my lips in appreciation.
His body was a thing of beauty, carved from the finest stone.
His chest was even broader without his shirt and the ink that I’d admired before was covering a portion of his chest and abdomen.
Every muscle was completely defined, his arms so muscular I wouldn’t be able to fit one hand around even his forearm.
He was keenly aware I was in awe, smirking as I dropped my gaze ever so slowly from his chest to the thickness between his legs. My God. Every inch of him was a thing of beauty. His cock was long and hard, so wide my mouth watered and I wondered how in the world it would fit inside me.
But I was hungry, eager to test the thought.
There was no sense in denying the way I felt.
My entire body was glistening from his sweat, my nipples hard as diamonds.
As he crowded between my legs once again, a strange sense of understanding passed between us.
While he wasn’t asking me to give myself to him, he knew I wasn’t about to refuse. The connection was undeniable.
Yet even with the desire keeping me adrift in a haze of lust and need, I twisted to try to get away.
His single growl, low and husky, was almost enough to keep me pinned in place.
But he wasn’t taking any chances, yanking first one then my other arm over my head, easily wrapping my wrists with his fingers.
While he didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to.
His eyes were the telling statement, a commanding message that as of right now, I belonged to him.
I should feel shame, but there was nothing washing over me but the intensity of a strange and powerful yearning. He laid claim with one brutal thrust, filling me completely.
Gasping, I fought with his hold as my muscles strained to accept him.
The way his dark eyes scorched into mine kept me hypnotized, but the wave of discomfort brought a scream.
He hesitated, his brow furrowing as he waited for my body to adapt.
The same few seconds of concern I’d seen before was evident by the hard clenching of his jaw.
But the moment was over swiftly as he pulled out, plunging into me again.
“Breathe for me, angel. Just breathe.” His words and tone were soft, more like a caress than a command. I was shocked how my body adapted, the throb in my core already replacing pain with a joyous rush of emotions and sensations.
Another savage drive long and deep was followed by another wait. Another moment to adjust. His fingers dug into mine, holding me, keeping me as his. Strange thoughts invaded my mind as he slowed his motions, the rhythm and the way his massive body rocked mine allowing a sweet buzz in my ears.
His breathing was labored, matching mine, yet the sound he emitted wasn’t about exertion. It was primal, passionate. And full of uncontrollable need.
Just like the way I felt when I was with him. As if there was no way I could survive without his touch or his command of every inch. He yanked one leg across his thigh, the switch in the angle allowing him to hit the perfect spot.