Page 130 of Somebody's Watching Me
Lowering the wolf mask, Rowan bent forward to nip her shoulder with his teeth. “Is this what you wanted?”
She glanced back, her lips parting in shock at him in the mask. “Hell. Yes.”
“Such a dirty girl.” Straightening, he retreated slowly to pull almost all the way out. “Are you a dirty girl, Annabeth?”
Slam.
She breathed through the rush and nodded. “Yes.”
Hands gripping her waist and everything in him screaming to fuck, he breathed through it with her. “Do you want me to do dirty things to you, Annabeth?”
“Yes.”
Slam.
Her spine bowed, her beautiful breast swaying.
“Do you want to be fucked hard?”
“Yes.”
Slam.
“Fast?”
“Yes.”
Slam.
“It seems you’ve forgotten your manners, Annabeth.”Slam. “I have yet to hear you say please.”Slam. “Can you say please fuck me hard and fast, Rowan?”Slam.
Her chest heaved when she tried to speak, the words hoarse from her cries. “Please fuck me hard and fast.”
Slam.
Watching his cock plunging deep, he clucked his tongue on the final strike. “Rowan,” he growled, his rational side gone. “You will say my name whenI’m inside you.”
“Rowan.”
He needed a second. Buried to the hilt, he needed time to relish the calm before the storm. But he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t wait.
Scanning her arms to make sure they were locked one last time, he inhaled, filling his lungs to capacity.
And with that, Rowan let go.
Unleashing all the repressed need he’d held back for far too long, he fucked without mercy. Bucking and driving into her at a punishing pace. Made for him as she was, Annabeth took all he was giving. Her spine curved, and she screamed for more. Begged for more.
“Oh, fuck yes.” Her words came out broken from the force of his thrusts. “This. This is what I want.”
The sound of the couch’s legs scraping on the hardwood floors mixed with Annabeth’s shouts, pushing him to ride harder. So damn hard that his teeth rattled, and he was pretty sure his heart stopped.
He wanted to talk her through it, give her the words she was desperate to hear. But the pleasure was too great, robbing him of speech. The couch beneath them moved again, and as he increased his speed, continuing its progression until reaching the nearby wall.
“You feel so good,” he growled. “So, fucking good.”
The electric white-hot pull of his release tingled at his lower spine, and he fought it, not ready for it to be over. The strikes of the couch against the wall caused a few books to fall from the shelves, but the destruction hardly registered. No other world existed but the one he was buried in.
Her panting turned rough, the muscles in her body drawing tighter, and he realized the battle not to let this end was a losing one. It was his turn to beg, and he arched forward to sink his teeth into the soft spot on the curve of her neck.
