Page 16 of Demons & Damnation

Dylan pressed his lips together and sucked in a deep breath. Lifting his head, he locked eye contact with her and inched his face towards hers. With their noses touching, he took his arm from around her back, letting out a low growl as she tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, driving him deeper inside her.

With his hand now free, he moved it to Kyla’s throat, curling his fingers against her warm skin. Applying just a little bit of pressure, stopping when he heard her breath hitch, he asked in a dangerously low voice, “Who’s in charge here?”

Every inch of Kyla’s body tingled with excitement. She knew the correct answer if she wanted to finish this and give them both their relief, but she’d missed their power play sexual antics and she wanted nothing more than to test his patience, to bring him to the edge over and over until he gave in and let himself go.

Kyla squeezed her pelvic floor muscles, gripping him even tighter. A flash of danger flitted through his dark eyes. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “But I definitely don’t think it’s you.”

Dylan licked his lips in a slow, teasing move. “You wanna play that game, huh?” He gave her a single nod. “Ok, fair enough.”

Dylan moved his hand slightly upwards, giving him just enough length to slide his index finger against Kyla’s lips whilst still holding her throat. Kyla opened her mouth and bit his finger, moving her ass up and down as she did so, silently begging him to move.

Moving a step towards the door, Dylan pressed Kyla flat against it, taking her favourite angle of pleasure away from her. Before she could say a word, he started moving at a furious pace, plunging himself in and out of her at a rate that left her breathless.

When his fingers tightened around her throat, Kyla knew she’d lost. As Dylan let out a groan and stilled inside her, his pulsing cock all too telling at his release, Kyla felt nothing but at a total loss. Completely inebriated by the furious sex but frustrated at her lack of orgasm, Kyla didn’t know whether to feel pleased at having had sex after three months or angry at her failure to have a happy ending.

Dylan loosened his hand from her throat, moving it down to her back. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

Kyla narrowed her eyes at him. Uncurling her legs from his waist, she placed both of her feet on each of his thighs and shoved him away from her with a hard kick. “Bastard,” she said.

A devilish grin unfolded across his thick, pink lips. “Told you I was in charge.”

“Let me go,” she said, looking up at where he still had her hands pinned against the door. “I need the toilet.”

Dylan obliged, ready to catch her as she lowered herself to the floor, but the hardened glare she settled on him told him he shouldn’t even try.

Kyla flicked on the upstairs light as she hit the first step. “Thank fuck for vibrating shower heads,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at Dylan.

From the glow of the upstairs light, she could see the realisation in his eyes clashing together with fury and stubborn determination as he registered what she was saying. As he turned to give chase, stopping her from giving herself her own sweet release, he forgot his trousers were still around his ankles and fell face first onto Kyla’s laminate floor.

Kyla giggled as she took the stairs two at a time before locking herself in the bathroom with her magic shower head. Jumping straight in, not even bothering to let the water heat up, Kyla grabbed the shower head and switched it on.

“Fuck,” she hissed, as the vibrations coursed through her.

“Kyla,” Dylan yelled, pounding on the door so hard, the doorframe jumped. “Don’t you dare.”

“Who’s in charge now?” she replied, moving the shower head into a better position.

“I will break this door down.” Heavy panting followed for a few seconds before he lowered his voice and said, “And I will not pay for the damage.”

Kyla ignored him, focusing too much on the tightening ball in her core. Her body trembled as her heart raced, her mind filled only with one sole thought. Just a few more seconds...

The bathroom door burst open, splinters of wood exploding all over the bathroom. Kyla shrieked in surprise and dropped the shower head. As she stood naked in front of him, taking in his broad shoulders, his ripped arms, his chiselled chest, and those perfect lines heading in a V right down into his dark jeans, Kyla couldn’t help but grin.

“What are you grinning at exactly?” he asked, his voice deep and husky, danger and threat glistening in his eyes.

Kyla gave him her sweetest smile and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Because I know Daddy’s come to spank me.”

Dylan stared at her, keeping his dark eyes locked on hers as his gaze clouded over with nothing but carnal desire. “For what you’ve done, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

Kyla let out a sweet little giggle. “Just a week? Is that all?”

Without a further word, Dylan marched over to her, picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder. Heading towards her bedroom, he said, “I’m gonna fuck you silent.”

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