Standing in the middle of the room, I turn and watch him step closer. Towering above me, he gently tips my chin up and leans in for a kiss. His lips turn me into mush again, and I can’t help but moan into his mouth when his tongue dips out to lick the seam of my lips.
He responds by grasping me by the ass and pushing me against his body, making me feel his hard-on. I don’t mind … In fact, it only turns me on.
I’m past the stage of feeling guilty, past the stage of caring. Fucking him is my only way out of here … and now, it doesn’t even seem like punishment anymore. I’m falling for him. I’m falling, and I don’t want to stop, no matter how close I am to crashing. Even if it kills me, I can’t stop kissing him back.
Can’t stop wanting him. Can’t stop letting him put his hands all over me.
His roughness shows when he spins me on my heels and shoves me against the door, kissing me madly. His lips are all over my neck and collarbone, his hands squeezing my breasts. With his knee, he parts my legs and rubs it against my pussy, making me warm and wet. I actually whimper when his hand reaches down between my legs, and he touches me.
He smiles at the sight of me falling apart.
That smile is the only thing keeping me alive in this place.
He curls up my dress and pulls it over my head, throwing it to the floor. He cups my breasts and licks my nipples, alternating between the two until they’re peaked and my body craves him.
With two fingers, he slides down my slit, spreading my wetness all over before circling my clit. I suck in air as he pushes inside—exploring me, probing me, owning me.
He cups my mouth with his, claiming my breath too. I reach for his pants and rub his length through the fabric, feeling it throb under my touch. He’s eager … so eager, he grunts against my skin and thrusts his fingers inside me just as he would when he fucked me.
Curling my fingers underneath the fabric, I push down his pants until they drop to his feet, making his cock bounce free. It bobs up and down as I start rubbing it, just as hard as he’s rubbing me.
It doesn’t take long for him to lose control.
Groaning like an animal, he grabs my ass and shoves me high up the door. I clutch my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his neck. I can’t take my eyes off him as he slowly lowers me onto his length, the tip penetrating my entrance.
I gasp when he enters, pushing in until the base. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head, but I try to keep it together because I don’t want this to be over yet.
I’ve gone without his touch for too long. I want to enjoy it, savor it, because it could be over with the snap of a finger. One fuck, and he’s spent … and Graham will pull us apart.
All because we’re his toys, and he plays us like we’re fools.
I can’t let his control over our situation be the only reason I’m doing this, and it’s not. When I look into Cage’s eyes, feel his skin against mine, I know there’s more to this than just sex. I can feel it inside my body … my heart.
We don’t just fuck … we meld together.
He belongs to me, and I belong to him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Accompanying Song: “Hurts Too Good” by Ruelle
Cage
I thrust into her with everything I have, wanting to claim her so badly. From the way she looks at me with those lustful eyes, I know she wants me just as much even though she’ll never admit it.
That’s why I was so angry about her trying to run away without me. She broke me, and now I have to heal that wound. I do it by pounding into her, letting my rage out into fucking her hard, showing her just how much she belongs to me.
Our hot breaths mingle as we lock mouths, desperately clinging to one another. Sweat drips down my body as she tightens around me, her body quaking with need. After a few thrusts, I feel her muscles clench around me, and she gasps then lets out a moan. She falls apart in my arms, and I can feel her squeeze my length, making me come.
Burying myself deep inside her, I fill her with my seed, releasing myself inside her with a roar.
But I’m not done yet.
Still hard and inside her, I carry her to the bed and flip her over. On her knees, I grasp her hips and drive into her, all the way to the base.