Page 31 of Wild Ever After
“Drop me, Sir… Drop me and take me.”
“I don’t think I want to drop you, but I will take you.” He lowered her to the mattress and tried to extricate himself from her, but she wouldn’t let go.
“Like this. Dressed.”
“Really?”
“Yes, please. It’s been a really long time, Sir. I don’t want to wait.”
He slipped one arm out from under her and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Her arms dropped from around his neck and reached inside his underwear to pull out his cock.
He hissed a breath out between clenched teeth. It had been so long since she’d touched him, since anyone other than his own hand had touched any part of him, especially that part. He’d been starving for her attention, her desire, her need for him. He’d been starving for a taste of her, a sniff of her, a feel of her.
She stroked him between her palms and he pushed his pants to his hips as she eased her legs wide, though kept them hooked behind his back.
“You can slow down, pet,” he said, stroking his fingers down her sides and up over her thighs.
“I don’t think I can.”
“You were ready to give my collars back a little bit ago.”
“Silly pet,” she muttered. “Not enough sleep, coffee, or sex.”
Harry snickered. “Is that a change of heart you’ve had? Always my little wildcat.”
She nodded excitedly and purred. “Always, Sir. Always.”
He kissed her hard, drawing a moan from her throat when he pulled her legs from around him and pushed them wide. “Keep them up and open. Don’t you dare lower them.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“You’re sure this is what you what? There’s no going back. No changing your mind. I sent you away and hurt us in the process. It was for the right reasons, but the action was wrong. I won’t let you go again.”
The wheels turned in her head. The play of thought through her eyes fascinated him. Intelligent, educated, high brow in some societal circles, infinitely complex, his Bella had intrigued him from the very beginning.
She challenged his intellect, his morals, his values, his motives, and his sexuality. Someone like Bella submitting to him was more than he could’ve ever dreamed possible. And he knew a submissive woman in his life, in his bed was the only way he would have a woman. He’d known that from early on in his sexual discovery.
Taken by an older woman when he was barely eighteen who showed him all about taking a woman in hand, all about the quiet ego of a being a dominant, all about the pleasure of a woman on her knees at his feet and that if he found just the right woman, that pleasure would be equally hers, if not more so.
Bella fit that description to a T.
She shifted and moved on the bed as he teased the outer edges of her sex. So hot. So wet. So plump.
“What’s it to be, Bella mine?”
She angled her hips, writhed and searched for his touch exactly where she wanted it. He knew the spot.
“Please, Sir.”
“I will. I just need an answer. Will this be the first in a very long time, or the last?”
Her eyes widened and horror marred her beautiful face. “No.” She shook her head, but his hips never stopped moving. “No. Not the last.”
“Then tell me… I want to hear you say yes.”
She was lovely this way. All full of need and heat and hunger.
The second he sank into her, she’d buck and whine.
