Page 38 of Arrogant and Merciless

She nods. “You won’t hurt me. If I thought you would, I never would’ve let you touch me. I’m sure you’re no good for my heart, William, but somehow my body recognizes you.”

I don’t think she planned to say that, but her words hit me in an unexpected way—because I feel the same.

Sex doesn’t necessarily mean intimacy. Screwing someone doesn’t imply a bond with them. But with Taylor—maybe because I waited so long for the pleasure I knew she’d bring—I feel as if every touch or caress has the power to mark me.

I lower myself carefully, not putting my weight fully on her. And when our skin meets, her hard nipples brushing my chest, I swear I can feel her heart pounding.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“No.”

I brush the tip of my cock across her entrance. “Maybe you should be.”

She lifts her hands to stroke my face. “Why? This is what I want. You’re going to be the biggest risk I’ve ever taken, William. Take me.”

William

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Her skin is coveredin goosebumps.

Even though we’re both still damp from the shower, I know Taylor’s body is reacting out of sheer desire, not the cold. Her breathing comes in heavy pulls, and her firm, full breasts rise each time, brushing against me, tempting me.

I suck on her nipples as though they’re my favorite meal. The tip of my cock only just presses into her entrance—enough to nudge the folds apart, making her open up in a nearly obscene way, because I’m large and thick compared to her delicate figure.

I massage her clit with my thumb, and when she starts moving underneath me, I have to fight hard to keep my composure. It doesn’t matter that lust has taken over my body; this first time will be all about her. Her pleasure is my priority.

I push just a bit inside her, not much, and she lifts her hips in impatience, her body begging for what I can give.

A need unlike anything I’ve ever known tightens every muscle in me at the brutal force of my own restraint. If I let go of the wild feeling raging inside, I’d drive into her in a single rough thrust until my balls slapped against her backside.

I kiss her mouth, starving, greedy, demanding. The contact is shameless—my tongue ravishing her, forcing her to yield. One hand caresses her nipple while the other lifts her by the butt, drawing her right where I need her.

My lips move from her mouth to her neck, then chin, finally down to her stiff nipples. She sighs, trembling as she feels my mouth on her body.

Her pussy is hot and soaked, and I relish that warmth, even through the condom.

I want to close my eyes and savor the sweetness of entering her for the first time, but I keep them open because I need to remember this moment. I move lightly, letting the head of my length push into her tight channel. She tenses, uneasy—maybe both craving more and feeling a bit wary. The size difference between us is significant, and I don’t want to hurt her.

I pull out and slip back in, giving her time to get used to me, and when the tip of my full head settles between those slick lips, we both moan. It’s a slow kind of sex, and I’m surprised by my self-control, given how visceral my desire is.

I grab her thighs, lifting and drawing them around my waist. I try a firmer thrust; she goes rigid but doesn’t ask me to stop. I push deeper and deeper, and when she rolls her hips—maybe by instinct—I have to clamp down on a growl because that tight heat grips me, stroking my cock in a delicious torment.

We stare at each other in silence, and I see something in her face that, for the first time I can recall, makes me want more than just sex from a partner. I push that out-of-place, nonsensical thought away. Rather than analyze whatever it is that keeps me hypnotized, I reduce us to what I can handle: physical attraction.

“I’m going to make you mine.” I give away as little as possible.

It reveals plenty yet hides a promise. That says a lot, without letting me turn hypocrite or vow more than I can.

Taylor remains silent, simply accepting me, and something inside me screams,Hold on to her somehow. Don’t let her leave tomorrow—or anytime soon.

Once again, I silence that voice. I’ve never needed anyone or anything. No matter how amazing the sex might be, it’s just that: sex.

So instead of questioning why my body answers hers so fiercely and passionately, I focus on the physical. Without waiting for a reply to my claim of possession, I push all the way in, taking her completely.

She whimpers in surprise, clamping down on me even tighter. I grit my teeth because those pulsing contractions are driving me insane, the tightness of that small, snug core almost making me come.

I lower my face to kiss her. Then I withdraw slowly and start a steady rhythm, caressing her nipple with my thumb. She doesn’t merely take it—she joins in this sweet dance with me.

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