She nibbles on the end of my thumb, breathless. “What? Tell me.”
“I want to watch you.” I gesture to my pants, releasing my hands and resting them at my sides on the leather seat. “Undress me.” Heat is flaring inside of me, clawing to be freed, demanding to be fed.
Her breath becomes shaky—desperate—when she scoots back on my thighs and then removes my belt and opens my fly. I grab my wallet from my pocket and lift my hips, helping her push down my pants to my knees, groaning against the air brushing across my straining cock.
I offer her the condom, watching as she opens the wrapper with her teeth. She strokes me from base to tip, sliding the precum over the rounded top. My eyes shut, pleasure sliding like adrenaline through me when she applies the condom.
Then I reopen my eyes, finding an angel looking at me.
That innocence…the purity…she’s yours to command, to protect, to cherish…it’s all yours to absorb, echoes in my mind.
Weight now fills my chest alongside the heat, pulling and pulling at me…
She’s nearly lowered onto me when I grasp her bottom, squeezing hard. “No. Turn around.”
A small smile curves her mouth before she pulls her legs up and spins around. My thighs are surrounding hers as she places her feet on the floor, and her bottom is resting in my lap. I grasp my latex-covered cock, holding myself up to her when she begins to lower down. I’m fighting the urge to slam her down on me, and instead gather her dress in my hands, holding the fabric to her waist, watching myself disappear inside her warm, wet channel.
Her soft moan echoes mine when she takes me all the way to the hilt, and I grit my teeth against the surge of euphoria lacing my veins. The streetlights passing by the tinted windows continue putting her in the light and then darkening her in the shadows. She’s bouncing on top of me, moving up and down, slow and then faster, but it’s not enough.
Not for me.
Take what’s yours, a dark visitor whispers in my ear.
Then I know nothing but the way I want her. The way I’ve always wanted her. The way I deserve to take her, because that’s what I want. Her round bottom is slapping against my pelvis when I yank my tie off from around my neck, and reach for her wrists. I bind them at her back, a smile curving my mouth.
Yes, this is what you desire…the darkness purrs. This is what you crave…
My cock is throbbing with each of her thrusts, as I see her bound for me, and I’m fighting not to blow inside her. She’s pumping her hips, giving me those soft, sweet moans, and I reach for her waist, assisting her, helping her to send us both flying over the edge.
Mine to fuck, to own, to command…
Because as much as Allie’s innocence delights me, I want to suck in her light and exhale some dark into her. I don’t want soft moans. I want screams from deep within. I want her coming all over my cock because I’m giving her no other choice. I want her to feel me. Every fucking inch of me.
I reach up, grasp her head, not caring if I mess her hair up, and press the side of her face against the divider. She’s shouting out her pleasure now when I slap her bottom…once…twice…three times, demanding she move harder, move faster.
Her breath hitches. “I’m going to…”
“Give me everything,” I growl, slapping her ass again and again. “You’ll give me that, Allie, won’t you?”
“God, yes,” she breathes, pumping her hips, faster and faster, because I’m demanding that of her now.
The darkness smiles.
I thrust roughly up inside her before she can slap down against me, shocking her into orgasm. Her scream of total loss of control slides across me and her inner walls clamp around me. I’m gritting my teeth as hot sensations are tingling within me. Heat flows like liquid fire down my spine, burning in my sac before my semen is shooting from my cock, and I’m roaring out my release.
The next few minutes are a haze, until I hear, “Micah?”
I reopen my eyes, seeing I’m pressing her head against the divider forcibly with my hand, but my gaze immediately zeroes in on her bound wrists. A bitter tang fills my mouth, my skin crawling. I drop my hands like she’s burned me, grab the tie, and with two tugs she’s free. I reach for her wrists, rubbing them, seeing the indents from the tight binding.
She leans against me, her back to my heaving chest, and she smells so sweet…so good…so perfect. Darius’s warning is screaming in my mind: You honestly think you can walk away from something you have craved—and needed—for over fifteen years?
I’d thought I could.
My throat tightens and I bow my head, shutting my eyes. Memories of Clara burn in my mind, through the darkness both behind my eyes and in my soul. I can’t allow history to repeat itself.
I fucking won’t let it happen.
Warm hands suddenly grasp my face, lifting my head, then I’m staring into innocence. “What’s wrong?” she demands.