Page 111 of With This Kiss
I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
He slowed his movements to an agonizing pace, and I clenched my hands into tight fists to keep from begging him to go faster. “Tell me.”
“I hate you,” I finally hissed, my voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me. I clenched down on him—that little move nearly had me coming undone.
His laugh was dark and knowing. “That’s not what I asked, and that’s not what your body is telling me.”
He increased his pace suddenly, bouncing me on his lap with such force that the car rocked. Oh God.
I lost all sense of reality then. I didn’t know which way was up and which way was down. All I knew was him. All I could feel was him.
Could feel every brutal thrust was getting to be too much. Tears filled my eyes, and I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or not.
I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.
I…
He moved one hand behind me, finding the small crease between my butt cheeks, and pressed his finger around the little bundle of nerves there.
I shook my head and tried to get away from him.
He held me there, continuing to fuck me savagely while playing with my back end.
“Reign!”
“That’s right, baby. Why don’t you be a good girl for me and come around my cock?”
His words triggered my fall.
I came suddenly, surprising even myself.
And I couldn’t take any more. I was so scared of the sensation. I buried my face in his neck as my orgasm seemed to go on forever.
More tears came, and I couldn’t do anything about them.
All I could do was lie there in his arms while he continued fucking me like this. I clenched my hands even harder, somehow fearing the end.
What was happening to me?
It wasn’t long before I felt him swell inside me, and then a burst of warm liquid seeped out between us, hitting our skin. My back arched from the sensation, and Reign tightened his arms around me, holding me close to him.
All the while, he was whispering sweet words into my ear that I only managed to catch snippets of before I gave up entirely. I didn’t fucking care what he was saying. He could be reciting the names of all the men he killed before. I didn’t give a fuck.
I had no more energy.
I could barely breathe as aftershocks rippled through my body. My mind felt fuzzy, disconnected from reality, floating somewhere between anger and pleasure.
He pulled me back and cupped my cheek until I was looking into his eyes. He helped me wipe away some of my tears, but that only made more fall.
“You’re mine. Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough.
I shifted a little on his lap, gasping slightly when I felt him. He was still buried deep inside me. I looked down to where we were connected, fascinated by the sight. I clenched down, and he let out a hiss of air between his teeth.
“Say it,” he repeated, his hand sliding up to grip my hair, tugging just enough to make me look at him.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, not even surprised at how easily the words slipped out, at how right they felt.
His eyes softened then, the blue in them warming as he brushed his thumb across my tear-stained cheek. “And I’m yours. That’s how this works.”
