Page 56 of Eyes in the Shadows

Though the idea sends a little shiver of need down my spine, I stop struggling. I can’t let myself go all the way limp, but I do note with some resigned discomfort that his chest is still rising, and his breath doesn’t seem too labored.

“Good girl. Didn’t want you to get hurt when I did this.”

He rolls us and I’m on my back. My legs are bent, curling around his hips, his pelvis is pressed into mine and his cock is almost perfectly aligned. “Oh. Ohh,” I say, inhaling deeply at the thick length, hard as steel, pressing up and sandwiched between us, applying just a bit of friction against my clit.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my ear. “Oh.”

He pushes up on his hands, triceps bulging to support his weight, and widens his stance. My knees splay even more, my legs are draped over his thighs, and he rolls his hips. The head of his cock rubs along my slit and I whimper.

“Please…”

“I like please. Please is good,” he whispers. “I want to hear you beg for it, baby,”

I wrap my arms back around his neck as he slides his arms under my shoulders. It puts us chest to chest, so close we’re breathing the same air. The intimacy of it is shattering. “Please, Mac, please… I need it. I want you inside of me.”

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Did you think about it? Did you imagine me fucking you while you played with that pretty little pussy?”

“Yes,” I answer immediately, honestly. “I wanted you to fuck me so hard and make me feel good. I wanted you to fill me—ah!”

He does. I throw my head back, closing my eyes, as the full, hard length of him sheathes inside me and touches me exactly where I need it. My body adjusts to him, stretching around him deliciously.

“Don’t look away from me,” he growls.

My eyes fly open in shock, because it wasn’t an intentional attempt at escape, and we’re locked in. The closeness, the clarity of his eyes and expression, the rawness of not being able to hide anything… I can see every emotion as he responds to mine—the total control, the excitement, the pleasure, and something so deeply possessive that it’s almost unsettling. Every slow, deep thrust makes me whimper, and the noises just seem to spur him on.

It’s one of the most intense experiences I’ve ever had.

“Oh my God, Mac,” I say, and it’s an emotive rasp. “I didn’t know it was going to be like this. It’s… so much.”

“That’s right, baby, now you know. You know you’re mine,” he declares, his voice strained as he pumps himself in and out of me. “You belong to me now.”

His weight shifts to one side and he frees one hand, which then slides up my forearm, and brings it down next to my head. His fingers entwine with mine and he presses his weight on it, forcing it into the carpet.

We’re holding hands as his lips crash down, his rhythm slowing to allow for a thorough exploration. I match his passion, tasting myself on him this time,touching his tongue with mine and letting myself be caught up in the violence of his desire for me.

I roll my hips with his, finding the right friction in the right place, and I break free of the kiss to cry out in pleasure. He starts thrusting faster, and the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air. I start riding higher and higher, the pressure of each brief contact hitting my clit and giving it just enough to keep me on edge.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine,” he grits out, timing it with the pinnacle of each thrust.

His breath starts hitching and I let go of his neck to wind my arm between us and rub my clit. I want to come together. My timing is a little off, he starts grunting and his face screws up, just as I start to build to that peak. But watching the pleasure pass over his features, knowing I was the orchestrator of it, sends me hurtling off that same edge.

The full weight of his body as his muscles loosen in the post-orgasm state is a lot—he’d really only given me a hint of it. But I run my fingernails up his back, enjoying the feel of him. We both catch our breath, then he rears back and smiles down at me. It’s so content and lazily affectionate, I have to smile back.

“Let’s go take a shower. I need a break, but I’m not done with you yet.”

21

Mac

I just needed you to admit it.

I’m home. Eleanor is home. And I’m never leaving.

“I have to ask because it’s been bugging me.” She turns her head and sniffs the suds left behind by the loofa I’m working on her shoulders. “Where did you get this body wash? Is it prescription? There’s just… no smell.”

I grin and move the loofa lower down her back. “I prefer to have all my faculties when I need to focus—strong scents are distracting.”

“Is that why you… this is silly and maybe I’m reading into it, but did you send me flowers that didn’t smell on purpose?”

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