"Please."
"Fuck, Iris." He pulls his fingers almost all the way out then slams them into me again.
Maybe he's right. Maybe I can't handle it this hard and rough.
But that's how I want it.
I want it to own every one of my senses.
To push every other thought away.
I need to forget everything but his body against mine.
He drives his fingers into me again and again.
My heels fall onto the floor. My fingers slip.
He brings his hands to my wrists to reposition me.
Then his hands are on my hips and his lips are on my neck.
He sucks on my skin. Then it's his teeth against my tender flesh. A soft bite.
A harder one.
My sex clenches. "Fuck, Walker." I lean my head to one side, offering my neck to him. "More."
He bites me harder this time. Pain melts into pleasure. My limbs get light. Desire spreads down my torso.
"Fuck me. Please."
"Beg me."
"Walker, please." I rock my hips. "Fuck me. I want to come on your cock. I want you inside me."
He scrapes his teeth against my neck.
"I want to feel you come." I suck in a shallow breath. "Please."
He tugs at my hips, pulling me into position.
His tip strains against me.
Then it's one inch at a time.
Fuck. My world goes white as he slides inside me. Walker. It's the only thing in my brain. The only thing anywhere.
That's his flesh against mine.
Nothing in the way.
All that trust flowing between us.
Trust I desperately need.
He rocks his hips, slamming into me.
My hands slip. I catch myself just before my face hits the wall. The door. Whatever that is.