Page 9 of Fixation
My fucking God.
The woman steals my breath. My thoughts. My common sense.
She stirs a low, electric thrum beneath my skin.
And other things.
Dark things I’ve never felt about anyone else.
Like possessing her.
Owning her.
Having her like this. Defenseless. Breathing slowed, and her eyelashes fanned her cheeks.
I’m turned on.
I’m compelled.
Craving her pounds like a primal drumbeat in my chest. A hunger snapped awake inside me.
When I have her, really have her, I won’t be nice about it. I’ll give us what we need.
Even if she doesn’t want it at first, I’ll convince her.
She’ll find it in her to love me.
With my shadow casting over her, I take in this sweet, vulnerable woman.
Inch by inch, I peel the covers away.
Moonlight spills in, casting her in a soft light.
This angel.
Her nipples poke through her teal-green T-shirt. Her soft stomach peeks from beneath the bunched-up hem.
The damp spot in the center of her white panties is killing me.
I won’t be able to hold back the feral sounds reverberating within me for much longer.
Carefully, I lean in close to the top of her head without touching her. I inhale the scent of her shampoo, squeezing my eyes shut as I do.
The thick locks of her hair will be soft between my fingers when I finally pull on them. Her head will tilt back, lips parting in terror.
She’ll beg me to be gentle.
I won’t be.
I’ll be what she needs.
Breathe in, breathe out. Pretend you’re in the OR. That there’ll be consequences to losing your goddamn mind.
That’s impossible when she’s so beautiful.
So mine.
I’m seconds away from tearing into her. Waking her up with my cock railing her sweet pussy. Showing her what a real orgasm can feel like.
