Page 19 of Through the Flames
I ground my erection into her plump little ass, letting her feel what she was doing to me. Ella whimpered but didn’t try to escape my touch.
“He touched you. Here. Like he had a right.” My heart was racing in my chest. Touching her would take some time getting used to. I was positively drunk on the sensations.
“But you’re not his. You’remine,” I growled.
She fit too perfectly. Like I was built to fit around her shape.Fuck.
I was this close to losing it. Just grabbing her and dragging her up the stairs.
I could keep her here. No one would ask why. I’d lock her in my room and get a head start on all the depraved things I was planning to do to her anyway. My cock twitched in agreement.
Not once did I allow her to turn around. She was smart, she would make the connection. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying the idea of rattling her a little first.
My voice was in her ear, my breath hitting her delicate little neck, making goosebumps spring to life.
Unable to stop myself, I ducked my head and leaned in even more, allowing my tongue to swipe over her delicious skin before biting down.
Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark. A reminder.
She let out a squeal, which quickly morphed into a moan.Goddamn. She’d make me come in my pants at this rate.
I wanted to tear into her like an animal, wanted to leave my mark on her. Teeth, nails, or whatever it took to make sure every motherfucker here knew she belonged to me.
Instead, I did what I swore I wouldn’t. My zipper rasped down, rough in the quiet, and I freed my cock, already throbbing and slick at the tip. The air hit me like a shock.
“Part those legs for me, baby,” I ordered, forcing my knee between hers.
She gave a shaky little breath, and fuck, when her thighs opened for me, I nearly lost it.
Her dress was already rucked up from my grip, panties nothing but a damp barrier between me and the heat I craved.
I slid my cock between her legs, grinding up along her soaked slit, the head catching on lace with every brutal thrust of my hips. The friction was goddamn torture.
Her ass pressed back instinctively, and I had to bite down on her shoulder to keep from groaning loud enough to draw a crowd.
“Feel that?” I panted, driving harder, rutting like a fucking animal. “That’s what you do to me.”
Ella’s whimper cracked me in half. My hand left her hip to shove under her dress, palming one of her tits, pinching one perfect nipple through her bra as I kept my cock grinding against her.
She was trembling now, whether from fear or from how soaked she was, I didn’t know or care.
The knot in my chest coiled tight, savage, and unstoppable. My teeth sank into her neck as I came, hard, spilling all over her panties, the mess hot and obscene between her thighs.
I didn’t stop grinding until every last drop was smeared into her sweet little cunt, even if I couldn’t be inside her yet.
Breathing like I’d just gone ten rounds, I let my hand fall from her mouth slowly.
She stayed there, flush to the wall, chest heaving, and I forced myself to step back before I did something that crossed every line I had left.
I lingered for just a moment, my palm splayed over her stomach, coasting down to her hip, before letting her go.
A string of curses left her mouth as she turned around and discovered I’d already stepped into the next room and vanished into the crowd.
I watched from a dark corner as she came back out, her face flushed and my mark on her neck. By tomorrow, no one will be able to miss it.
She was still breathless, her chest heaving like the world spun wrong for a second, and she was still catching up. Welcome to my life, baby.
I was fairly certain she didn’t know it was me.Not yet.
