Page 211 of Bitten & Burned
He sighed heavily and began kissing my neck softly along my throat. My jaw. “You were wrapped around me.”
“Mmmhmm,” I hummed, squirming at the memory. “And then what?”
“Getting there,” he chuckled. “You were wrapped around me, you shoved up your skirt so there wouldn’t be any barriers, and you rubbed yourself against me.”
“Against you where?”
He groaned again, scooting closer. “My cock.”
“Mmhmm, and then what?”
His breath came out strangled. “You gonna make me say it?”
“Yes.”
“You rubbed on my cock and you came. Right there. Against me. Shook completely apart.”
“And why was that?”
“Gods, Rowena… you’re going to kill me.”
“Good. Tell me why I came, Quil.”
“Because I bit you.”
“Yes, I came hard against you because you bit me and you manhandled me and you let me rub against your hard cock.”He groaned, his hand tightening against both of mine. I whimpered softly. “Tell me what that means, Quil.”
“It means you want me. Like this. That it gets you off when I’m rough.”
“Mmhmm.”
“So if I’m rough…”
“I’m gonna come so hard for you.”
He moaned softly before he met my lips, hard, painful. Sharp.
He released my hands, but as soon as I reached for him, he pressed them back, over my head, as I slid down to the floor.
“Keep them there…” he growled, rucking up my skirt and hooking his fingers in my slip shorts.
He didn’t ask; he just tore them off, leaving me panting and wet and bare to his gaze.
“So wet for me already, sweetheart…”
I wriggled against him, earning myself a sharp slap to my inner thigh. I inhaled sharply, and his eyes bore into mine.
“Keep it up,” he warned. “It’ll be your clit next.”
I swore, trying to obey but also wanting that punishment more than anything.
“You’re going to come when I get you there,” he whispered. “No rushing. No resisting. You take it and you’ll come. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, shivering with how much I wanted him.
He pushed my legs apart, kneeling between them, then he reached for the button on his trousers, ripping it open harshly and shoving the material down over his hips.
His cock sprang free, bobbing slightly, dark and flushed. I whimpered, and he pushed my legs far apart, lining up and pushing in without warning.
