Page 157 of The Plan

“Why the fuck not?” He sounds so offended I can’t help but laugh.

“Do you not see my legs, Sire? Can I catch a break?” We’ve barely gone ten minutes between the last three rounds.

“They’re still moving, which means you can still walk. I’m not done yet.”

I bite back a smile. Deep down, I want to know if he can really rail me until I can’t walk. “Just give me fifteen minutes.”

“Nope.”

“Ten.”

“No. Now.” He drags me down by my waist so I’m right where he wants me. “You shouldn’t have said that shit.” He has a fire in his eyes that I amnotready for. He goes to enter me, but I quickly put my hand over my heat, and his eyes dart to mine.

“Move your hand, Vidia.” I should not love how demanding he sounds, but God, I do.

“Wait.”

“That’s not the safe word.” After a beat, a smirk grows on his stupid, handsome face when I don’t use the safe word, but I don’t say it because I don’twantto. I wanthim. How ever he’ll let me have him.

“Move your hand, or I’ll move it for you.” A swarm of butterflies takes off in my stomach, and I let out a soft whimper, moving my hand.

“Atta girl.”

“Is it too late to apologize?”

“Yup.”

“How about beggi—Fuck!” I let out a gasp as he slams into me so hard I swear I see stars. I cover my mouth because I feel like screaming, and there is no way I’m giving him the satisfaction, especially not after all the times I said he couldn’t make me.

He smirks down at me, and I want to say something to piss him off again, but with how hard he’s pounding into me, I forget what words are. He lets out a grunt as he somehow thrusts into me harder than before. I moan loudly into the palm of my handand squeeze my eyes shut. I feel him come down on me, leaning into my ear.

“Don’t make me tell you again, Vidia.” I move my hand from my mouth and pull him onto me, dragging my nails down his back. “Fuck, Vid!”

He grips my hips, digging into my side. Against my effort, I moan loudly, and when it sounds too close to a scream again, I bite down on his shoulder. He groans loudly, in pain almost, and pulls away, giving me a chance to steady my breath. He looks down at his shoulder, and his eyes slightly widen as he wipes himself. It’s dark, just a bit of light out, so it's hard to see, and I think it’s just my drool, but I quickly sit up when I notice it’s blood.

“Oh my god.” I wipe his bite mark. There isn’t much, but I definitely broke his skin. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He pushes me back down nonchalantly. “I’ll just give you one to match.”

I quickly put my hands on his chest before he could lean down. “Please don’t.” He smirks, but I’m not joking. “I’m serious. Likecoladasserious.” He can tease me all he wants for using the safe word, but I am not into bleeding and honestly didn’t mean to bite him that hard.

He leans down and softly kisses my cheek. “Fine. No more biting.”

I smile to myself and smooth out his hair. He starts moving again, and I wait for him to go harder, but he doesn’t.

“You know I love you, right?” He kisses me so softly, a feather of a kiss, before he pulls away so I can respond. We gaze into each other's eyes as he gives me slow strokes.

“Yeah?”

He kisses the corner of my mouth and slowly kisses his way to my neck.

“Why’d you ask?” I run my hand through his soft hair for the hundredth time and kiss the side of his head twice.

“I’m about to fuck you like I still don’t like you.”

My breath gets caught in my throat, and I feel him smile on my neck. A part of me wants him to continue like he is now, to keep making love to me, but then he throws one of my legs over his shoulder, and I’m too excited to object.

“Any last words?”

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