Page 46 of Carnal Urges
And my dick is as hard as a rock.
After a moment, she whispers brokenly, “Three out of ten.”
It’s a dare.
My breath leaves my chest in a ragged rush. I stare down at her naked arse—firm, round, cherry red—and am almost overcome by a savagely powerful need to take it.
To release my aching cock from my trousers and shove it deep inside her.
To hold her down and fuck her hard while I bite her neck.
To listen to her cry out as I come inside her, pulling her hair.
To punish her, dominate her, make her submit to me.
To make her mine.
Her eyes drift open. She looks up at me. Whatever she sees on my face sends a shiver through her body.
I growl, “Not a fucking word.”
She swallows. Licks her lips. Tries to do box breathing to calm herself and fails.
I like her like this.
Obedient and mercifully silent, obviously turned on. That she’s allowing me to keep her on my lap without struggling or trying to get away tells me that she enjoyed that spanking, just as much as her erratic breathing and flushed face do.
Or maybe it’s how hard she’s trembling. Or that wild look in her eyes, like she’s unsure what I’m going to do next and can’t decide if she likes not knowing or hates it.
Watching her face closely, I say, “I’ve got a question for you, hellcat. And if there’s been any time since we met that you need to tell me the truth, it’s now.”
She squeezes her eyes shut.
“No, don’t hide from me. Open your eyes.”
She turns her face to the bedsheets.
I drop my voice and say her name. It’s a warning, and she knows it.
Her voice muffled by the sheets, she says, “Please don’t make me say it.”
“You don’t know what I was going to ask.”
After a pause, she speaks in a miserable whisper. “Yes, I do. And we both know the answer. And I couldn’t bear it if you made me say it out loud. I’ll hate myself forever. Please don’t make me say it, Declan. Please.”
Ah, fuck. What that does to me.
It’s like she plugged me into a socket. Electricity jolts through my body. Adrenaline floods my veins. I break out in a sweat, and my heartbeat goes arrhythmic. My dick aches, my balls are tight, and holy fuck, I want this woman so much, my mouth waters.
And all it would take is to force her to admit she wants me to keep going.
Which she does… but also doesn’t.
I exhale slowly, gathering my self-control.
I flip her over, settle her between my spread thighs, and grasp her jaw in my hand.
I kiss her. Deeply.
