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“Do it,” he all but spat back at me, delight shining in his deep brown eyes. His hand moved up into my hair, fisting tightly in the strands as he reared up, both of us sitting as I rode him harder. He pulled his fist back with a tug to my hair, yanking my head back as pleasure shot straight through me, right to that little nub of desire.
“Fucking say it,” he commanded me. I couldn’t deny him. Something in that tone spoke to a part of me deep within I just could not ignore.
“Harder. I need it harder,” I finally admitted.
“Good girl,” he praised. His other hand grasped my nipple tightly, twisting it until painful pleasure exploded out over my skin, pushing me right over the edge of bliss and into an orgasm that had my hips bucking and my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Yes!” I screamed my passion as I tightened around him, pushing myself down onto his length as my core pulsated and quivered around his thickness.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried out, twisting my nipple just that much more as I rode out the waves of pleasure that racked my body like a tidal wave.
I had barely begun to come down from my orgasmic heights when he yanked back on my hair again, making my eyes pop open in shock and focus solely on him.
“I’m not done with you yet, vixen,” he ground out, flipping us both over until I was on my back. He pulled out of me, flipping me over once again and pulling on my hips until I was open for him. His hand, still fisted in my hair, pressed my face into the mattress as he found my entrance and drove himself home into my tight, wet core, fucking me from behind.
“Such a dirty girl. Such a filthy mouth is fit for such a filthy little vixen.” His words were vicious, and yet lit my passions higher as he thrust into my heat faster and faster. His hand yanked on my hair, his other hand holding my hips steady for each thrust of his hips.
I could do little more than gasp as each thrust pushed me towards another climax.
“Oh God,” I gasped into the mattress as each thrust pushed me deeper into the blankets, muffling my moans, muffling my words. All the while, making me wetter and more aroused by the moment.
He yanked on my hair, his arm wrapping around my midsection as he brought me up to my knees, still thrusting up into me. His hand moved down my body, finding the swollen nub and rubbing it quickly back and forth.
“Cum for me,” he growled into my ear.
It didn’t matter what I wanted. I had no control in that moment as he pushed me into an orgasm that took my soul. I arched back into his next thrust, exploding around him as I felt his erection pulsate inside of me, felt him fill me with his seed as he roared his pleasure against the back of my neck. His teeth grazed against the curve of my shoulder only a moment before he bit down, sending me careening into yet another orgasm.
My legs shook, and I lost all control. His arm held me tight, a band of steel against my midsection as I twitched and trembled against him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered against the shell of my ear, making me shiver as I came down from pleasure slowly. He guided me back down to the bed, flopping down beside me as he withdrew from me.
“My God, youarea hellion,” he chuckled, both of us panting with exertion.
“Mmfff,” was all I could manage. I couldn’t think straight. I could barely breathe. What had just happened? Was it always like that? A million questions flitted through my mind, none of which were of any help to me.
“My thoughts exactly,” he mumbled, pulling the covers back over us. I glanced at the clock, noting that it was well into the morning hours. “Let’s go back to sleep for a bit,” he suggested, curling up into his pillow as I just lay there, questioning everything about anything in my post-coital glow.
Sleep? Who could sleep at a time like this?
I gathered up the energy to roll over, just in time to hear him snore loudly. Rolling my eyes at him, I got up instead of sleeping the day away. I took advantage of his sleeping state to grab a quick shower, locking the door behind me just in case he woke up with any bright ideas about going for round two.
I stepped under the hot spray, instantly feeling my tense muscles relax in the steaming shower. I would say one thing: the man had an incredible shower. The cool tiles warmed under my feet as I soaped off my body, noting how sensitive the tips of my nipples still were because of his ministrations. My core was slick with the combination of his seed and my own arousal. How a man who aggravated me to no end could turn me into a useless pile of titillated goo was beyond me.
My hands moved over my body slowly, setting the loofah aside and enjoying the feel of my skin beneath my own fingers. As the last of the suds rinsed away, my fingers found my folds, still swollen and slightly sore from the passionate sex I’d just engaged in. The swollen nub of my clit tingled under my touch. I wondered if I could bring myself to the same heights Gideon had.
I circled the nub slowly, bracing myself against the shower wall with one hand, the water sluicing over my body. I pictured the way he had touched me, mimicking it with my own fingers. My fingers moved faster, my toes curling against the tiles as I remembered the way he had moaned as I rode him. The feel of his erection throbbing inside of me pushed me over the edge, those tingles exploding and traveling down my legs clear to my toes.
I panted, shaking as I held myself against the shower wall, reaching out to the faucet and turning the water off. As I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a soft towel around my frame, I could hear Gideon in the other room. I tiptoed to the door, listening in on the conversation he was having.
Who was he talking to?
“I’m doing my best here, Levi. I’m serious,” he whispered from the other side of the door.
“I’m doing my best. I’ll talk to her today. Yes, I’m serious.” He sounded frustrated. I couldn’t hear another voice, which meant he was likely talking on the phone, obviously to his older brother. That was odd. I hadn’t seen a landline phone in his room before; he must keep it somewhere hidden, probably to stop me from using it.
Levi had become an Elder only a few days before our wedding, officially at least. What did he need to talk to me about? And why was it so urgent? When it came to the Elders, I held nothing but rage and fear.
“I’ll make sure it happens, Levi. Jesus, get off my ass, will you?” Gideon’s joking tone didn’t give me any amount of comfort, however. He was a Temple, after all, and Temples simply could not be trusted. Not for a single moment.
