Chapter 20 #2
Soon, he was sucking on my tongue while squeezing my neck. That only increased the need until I was moaning into the kiss. He wasn’t gentle by any stretch of the imagination, the scruff of his beard digging into my face. The flash of heat and current was heightened by the way he manhandled me.
When he finally broke the rush of passion, we both took gasping breaths. “Don’t move. Not an inch.”
“Or what?”
“Don’t test me, my angel. I’m far too gone.”
He yanked one arm over my head then the other, easily wrapping both with his massive hand. With a brush of his other hand, he rolled his fingers down my face and neck, fingering the neckline of the dress he’d purchased and had complimented. But it was too much material, too many layers between us.
Grabbing a handful, he lifted his heated gaze before ripping the dress down to my belly button, exposing my breasts.
“Fuck. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He fingered my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, moving from one to the other. “Do you enjoy pain, my angel?” Without waiting for an answer, he pinched and twisted one until I cried out, arching my back.
I struggled in his hold as he wanted me to do, squirming and moaning while he rubbed his hand to my other hardened bud, twisting even more painfully. Every sound he made was guttural, the deep growl he issued keeping me in awe.
He was obviously annoyed the dress remained, tattered but a hindrance. He yanked away the rest, the force and pull churning the excitement. I longed to touch him again, to free his throbbing cock, but he refused me even an ounce of control.
With a quick dart of his tongue across my lips, he lowered his head, sucking on one nipple, biting down as I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.
He was no longer man but beast and I shivered to my very core as he crawled his fingers between my breasts, rolling a single tip from one side of my thong’s waistband to the other.
As he shifted to my other nipple, taking his time to suck on the already swollen tissue, he slipped his hand between my legs.
Within seconds, he’d torn a hole in the panties, ruining them as he’d promised to do. When he lifted his head, the lust in his eyes was as mesmerizing as the man.
“You didn’t answer my question. Angel.” His smile was sly and he pinched my clit between his fingers, forcing me onto my toes from the joyous agony. My pussy was throbbing to the point of sheer anguish.
“Yes. God, yes.”
His laugh was followed by a slow and easy growl seconds before he shredded my panties. There was such depravity in the man and I was completely enthralled.
“Keep your arms over your head.” He pulled away, daring me with his eyes to disobey him.
I didn’t, although the night was still young.
He ripped off his shirt from the back, tossing it aside, but didn’t bother pulling off his shoes or jeans. His hunger too intense, he freed his cock, immediately yanking both my legs around his hips.
With one brutal thrust, he plunged every inch inside, leaving me gasping for air.
“Oh, yes. Fuck. Yes.”
“You like it when I fill you? Fuck you?”
“Yes.” I nodded for emphasis, squeezing my knees against him. “Fuck me. Just fuck me.”
He didn’t make me wait for long, thrusting inside with wild abandon.
Once again, he slammed me against the wall, driving the air from my lungs.
I just didn’t care. His hands found my wrists, pinning me in place as he’d done before.
I was lost in the moment, the sheer indulgence of our fucking everything.
“More. Please, more.”
His expression remained hard, yet it was as if he was shocked I was accepting his brutality, enjoying every moment of his sheer dominance. I was pushed to a crazed point, no longer able to focus, but it didn’t matter.
With every savage thrust, I felt even closer.
“Fuck. What am I going to do with you?” He released his hold on my wrists, instead fisting my hair and nuzzling his face into my neck. “I could fuck you for days.” He powered into me, the sex as if this was his last day on earth.
My pussy continued to ache, clenching tightly and pulling him in even deeper. As his hot breath cascaded across my skin, I cinched my eyes closed. The closeness was amazing, more so than before.
This wasn’t about making love, but about strengthening the tether in hopes of replacing the steel chains.
His hips swiveled back and forth, the ache only increasing. He cupped my ass with his other hand, using the friction and closeness to keep me from falling. With every brutal slam, every deep throb, I was pulled closer to an orgasm.
I sensed his impatience growing along with the rattled sounds of his breathing. He pulled away enough that I could see his eyes, basking in the darkness of them.
“Come for me, angel. Come on my cock.”
His commands had the same effect on me they always did. I wanted nothing more than to obey him.
My body responded instantly, the ache deep inside claiming me just as the man had already done.
“Oh. Yes. Yes.” I jerked away from the wall, squeezing his shoulders. The wave was beautiful, lights in stunning colors floating across my field of vision. There was nothing like the incredible raw sensations or the sheer ecstasy rolling through me.
“Alexander. Oh, yes, Alexander.” It seemed my screams fueled him, his entire body tensing. He sought out my lips again, capturing the fractured scream as he dominated my mouth the way he was doing my pussy.
We both tensed, the crazed feeling of being together, the insanity of how we’d come to be not lost on either of us.
I sensed the moment he was ready to erupt, squeezing my muscles with such ferocity he was forced to break the kiss.
The reward was the powerful man throwing back his head, releasing not only his cum deep inside but the primal growl of his only surrender I’d ever experience.
To the rush of needs that could only be satisfied when we were together.
There was nothing like the sweet heaven of being with him.
Nothing.
And I knew that I would give up everything to stay this way. With him.
My protector.
My savior.
The man who’d killed for me.