Page 65 of The Moon & His Tides
I slammed my hand against the wall beside her head, caging her in beside the open doorway. Her pupils blew wide, eyes dark and yearning for all the aggression barely leashed inside me.
“I’m not in the mood to play your games,” I warned her. “I’m in the mood to fuck you exactly the wayIwant. Hard and rough. I want to leave marks on all this pretty skin so when you walk out of here tomorrow in your Chanel or Dior, the bitemarks on your neck match your pretty lipstick.” I reached for the hem of her skirt and dragged my short nails up the inside of her thigh until I could cup her cunt in my palm. “I’ll leave you so sore and used, you’ll teeter on those high heels you love to wear. And when people wonder what happened to make you so unusually dishevelled, you’ll know it wasme.”
Her mouth dropped open on a little exhaled moan, and I took it as the acceptance it was meant to be.
I sealed my lips over hers and fuckingtook.
This wasn’t about being a tool of her pleasure or Adam’s extra hands or cock to tease her.
This was about taking the woman I’d lusted after for months and never fucked alone.
About taking the edge off the enormity of emotion that roiled around inside my skin looking for an outlet when she never gave me one.
It was about making hermine.
The kiss was messy, teeth clashing, tongues coiling. She was too short to keep it up for long, so I lifted her with one palm across her pert ass and pinned her against the wall.
The front door was still open, but the idea that we could be caught stoked the fire higher in both of us.
I’d never felt so fucking possessive in my life.
There’d been many girls before Savannah, one-night stands and casual flings, but no one had collided with my life like a meteorite, changing my future landscape forever.
“God, Sebastian,” she breathed, trying to fumble with the buttons of my white shirt and then giving up when they were half-undone to push the fabric over my shoulders, bunching against my biceps so she could suck and bite at my shoulders. “I need you inside me.”
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready,” I said, almost coldly, the way Adam liked to talk when he started dominating both of us.
That’s what I wanted in my space withladuchessa. I wanted to be the one in control, to unspool every inch of her until she was laid bare.
I shifted my hand to the side of her lace panties, curled them in the placket, andtugged. They snapped across her hips and dropped to the floor at our feet.
“Those are four-hundred-pound panties,” she informed me, but the effect was lost because her cheeks were flushed, and she had to pant around the words.
“And this will be a four-hundred-pound worthy orgasm,” I promised darkly, testing the wet entrance of her pussy before deftly unbuttoning and unzipping my trousers.
A second later, I was at her entrance and thrusting inside her glorious pussy.
“Cazzo,” I cursed, nipping at her bottom lip as she dropped her head back against the wall on a gasp. “You were made to take my cock, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she hissed, legs locked around my hips for leverage to grind back against me. “Made for you.”
“Your pussy and your sweet mouth and your wicked mind,” I listed, punctuating each with a hard thrust. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
She closed her eyes and turned her head away from me, which was unacceptable. I wrapped my hand around her throat, her eyes springing open to land on mine in shock.
“Watch me while I fuck you,” I ordered, squeezing just a little bit, her pulse pounding against my thumb. Her pussy spasmed around me, and I knew she liked being manhandled that way. “You’re mine right now, and if I want to tell you about how beautiful you are and how much I love your tight cunt, you’re going to listen to me.”
When she only stared at me a little dazedly, panting hard, nails carving half-moons into my shoulders, I flexed my hand tighter just for a second and leaned in close to snarl softly, “Isn’t that right,fighetta?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, God, Sebastian, I need to come.”
“No, not yet,” I reminded her. “You wait until I tell you to.”
She whimpered, but the sound was fuel to my fire. Inspired, I pulled her off the wall and walked us to the kitchen table, knocking my notebook aside to lay her flat back against the wood. I held her legs at the ankles and drove deeper inside her snug pussy.
She gasped, hands reaching overhead to brace against the window.
“More,” she begged.
