Page 22 of A Forbidden Spring
And hung.
Oh my God.
“For someone thatdemandedI take my clothes off”—he places one knee on either side of my hips before caging me to the bed with his hands—“you’re severely overdressed.”
“I thought you might like to take them off.” It’s not a lie but it’s not the truth either. I’d been distracted watching him.
And if the smile that graces his lips is any indication, he knows it.
“If I take them off, Miss Sterling, I’ll rip them to shreds. Although…” he muses, “maybe that would be a fair trade considering half the buttons from my shirt are in the kitchen.”
“Oops.”
“Oops, indeed.”
His smile is wicked before he lowers his head, his tongue licking down between my breasts as his hand reaches under me to undo my clasp. Merrick grunts as he tears my bra from me, the garment knocking into something before it falls to the hardwood.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Look at you, Wren.” He palms one breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers as his mouth closes around the other, teasing it to a peak as I arch into him. “And these tits—perfection.”
“Merrick.” His name is a plea, my body so teased and tormented I’m close to begging for any kind of relief.
“Hmm?” I can only whimper in response as his tongue circles and flicks at the sensitive flesh. “Cat got your tongue?”
“You’re a sadist.” I pant, reaching for his cock only for him to grab my wrist and pin it to the mattress.
“Keep it up and I’ll tie you to the headboard, then bring you to the edge over and over until you’re begging me to let you come,” he says with a feral glint in his eyes, “promising me anything I want for that solitary release.”
A rush of desire pools between my legs, a blush extending from my chest to my face at his words, the threat filthy and deliciously tempting. Without thinking, I squeeze my legs together, his eyes following the movement as he releases my wrist and fists the lace of my panties.
The fabric is no match for the ferocity of his desire, ripping easily and leaving me bare to him. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabs a condom, rolling it down his length as I watch him, eyes hooded and lips parted.
Please, God, let him fit.
The prayer is futile as he hooks my knees in the crooks of his elbows, the head of his cock lined up with my entrance. All I can do is hold my breath as he pushes inside, before pulling out and thrusting deeper, his muscles flexing and bunching with his restraint.
My hands fist the sheet as he buries himself to the hilt and I moan, my body riding the edge oftoo muchandgive me more.The latter wins out as he leans forward, the angle making me arch off the bed and cry out.
“Don’t fight it, baby. You’re already strangling my cock with how tight you are.Fuck,you feel good. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Merrick.”
He grunts as he pistons into me, his fingers digging into my ass as he holds me where he wants me, spread wide and on display.
For him.
It’s the last thought that pushes me over the edge, my orgasm violent as it obliterates my senses, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the sensation of being taken by this man. Merrick pounds into me, burying himself deep as he growls and curses, my walls still fluttering around him as he comes completely undone.
What the fuck was that?
“I really don’t want to stroke your ego but…” I try going for a bit of levity and not like Merrick Ellis just rearranged my cellular makeup.
“But yeah, I don’t know what that was either.”
“Well, you better figure it out.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I want to do it again.”
