Page 64 of Never Tamed
My smile is equally wicked. “Then we better hurry.” It’s almost dinner time.
He tears at my pants to get them down to my ankles, and I fumble with the waistband of his. This moment is ours. I arch my knees to give him access as he free his cock, his eyes lowering to my core.
His breathing is shallower now and my mouth goes dry.
How many times have I dreamed about him looking at me this way?
I never get a chance to tell him. Still partly clothed, he grabs my legs to pull me to the edge of the table. His cock in hand, and he strokes the already hard shaft.
“I can’t be easy with you. I can’t be soft,” he growls.
I shake my head. “I don’t want you to.”
Air leaves my lung in a gust when he covers my body with his again, blocking out the rest of the room. The heat flowing off him obliterates every last thought in my head, all the ideas I had about making him pay.
He notches his cock to my entrance and rubs it over me, coating himself in my desire. His eyes meet mine and my jaw drops when he plunges home. His length fills me, hard and unyielding as he buries himself to the hilt.
The hair on my arm rises in goosebumps and electricity chars my veins. His eyes are a richer blue than I’ve seen before.
Torin pulls free and then thrusts inside, the motion rocking me and the table beneath me.
The dishes that hadn’t scattered clink together and his smile is wicked, vicious, all sharp teeth.
He pumps inside me, increasing the tempo, and I grip his shoulders for purchase. The sensation is too much. The way he fills me, the way every part of me comes alive at his touch, it’s nothing short of miraculous.
“Oh, god.”
I tilt my head to the side as my lashes flutter closed. Then gasp when he pinches my chin.
“Look at me.”
He slams home, working his hips in devastating circles. The lash of pain where he grips me is nothing to the pleasure of being filled and he slides his hand down to my neck and stays there.
“Look at me and say my name.” His demand is a guttural grunt.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply breathlessly.
He squeezes slightly until the pressure makes it just a little harder to breathe. “Cheeky.”
The punishing thrusts stroke my pleasure higher and Torin reaches his other hand between our bodies to flick my clit.
“So fucking good,” he says.
I expect him to ruin me. I brace for it, for the way I crumble beneath his hands. But the kiss feels stolen when he closes the space between us. His hand on my neck eases, and he pauses between my thighs.
He maintains the pressure on my clit until my skin goes tight and my heart throbs like a prayer.
This isn’t like the first time. This is…sweeter. More tender. Everything our first intimate moment hadn’t been.
Torin kisses me slowly and thoroughly. For all his warnings that he wasn’t going to go easy, he’d made himself a liar. It’s equally potent to see him undone this way.
The dishes he didn’t scatter before crash to the ground with the circling of his hips. My heart becomes the beat of his thrusts. The connection between us strengthens before going steady.
It’s this unbreakable thing, a shining light in the dark, and he’s never mattered more to me than he does right now.
Torin absorbs my moans and every keening wail he swallows has his hips pistoning harder.
He plunges inside of me and I’m not sure where he leaves off and I begin. There’s only this bond between us and the delicious friction of skin on skin.
