He pressed in all the way to the next knuckle.
Oh, God. This was wrong, indecent, animalistic.
But so good, soverygood.
My skin felt like it was being pricked by a thousand electrifying needles then licked by flames. I tightened and clenched around him, both terrified and exhilarated.“Stop,”I wanted to scream, but the words got caught in my throat. I wanted to push him back out yet push against his hand and draw him in.
“I’m going to fill all your holes. Every single one,” he said with a drawn-out growl, seeming drunk off the power he exuded over me. He moved his finger deep inside that forbidden place, and the familiar twinge of pleasure began building in my stomach. Tight. Hot. Fierce.
I was right there, right on the edge. Just a little more…
He eased his finger out of me and wiped it on his pants. “Soon.”
I stared up at him, unable to speak.
Or think.
All I wanted to do wasfeel.
There was a feral, untamed wildness in his eyes as he yanked my shorts and panties the rest of the way off then positioned himself between my legs. He held his dick in his hand, rubbing the tip over my clit, pressing hard enough to steal a moan from my lips. This need, my need for him, was like nothing I’d ever felt. It bubbled and burned inside me until I was sure I wouldn’t survive another second without him fucking me.
He rubbed his crown over my sweet spot again, then along my slit, over and over, tying me in knots. He stopped teasing to slide inside me just enough to send a shudder across my skin before slipping back out.
I pushed against his chest and tried scooting away from him. “Wait. Stop. You don’t have a condom,” I said, holding onto the last thread of my sanity before it completely snapped and sent me over the edge. I wasn’t worried about pregnancy. I was on birth control, but I had no idea where he’d been or what he’d been doing the past four years.
He gripped my hip with his free hand and held me in place. “No stopping. No more waiting. I craved this sweet little pussy—mypussy—for four fucking years. I’m here now, and I’m taking what’s mine.” Then he thrust himself inside me.
Raw.
Primitive.
Violent.
I gave up the fight and offered him everything.
My body.
My soul.
The ground was hard and unforgiving as Caspian slammed into me. I tried to push myself up, and his hand was immediately at my throat, shoving me back down. His fingers gripped my neck, stealing my breath, but I’d never felt so alive. I welcomed it—all of it.
He leaned in and nipped his teeth on the shell of my ear. “I’m going to come in you, on you, all over you.” He scraped his teeth along the column of my throat. “And you’re not going to stop me. You know why?”
My entire body quivered with a pleasure more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I could live forever off this high. I never wanted to come down.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, then felt his lips on my skin, soft and tender.
“Because I own you, Little Troublemaker.”
He did.
He owned every piece of me.
Caspian reached down and hooked his arms under my thighs, lifting my ass off the ground and spreading me open even wider. His pelvic bone ground against my clit with every thrust, sending tiny little shockwaves from my core to my toes. His groans turned into grunts as his thrusts turned more violent each time he reared back and slammed into me again. Like he couldn’t go deep enough, couldn’t fuck me hard enough. The waves inside me grew higher and higher until they roared and crashed. My body trembled as the orgasm tore through me, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t let up.
He drove into me, over and over, until he finally came with a loud “Fuck” and a slow hiss.
We both stilled, and he stayed inside me for what seemed like hours while we caught our breath. His heartbeat pounded against my chest, as wild as my own. He leaned up on his elbows and swiped my hair from my forehead then pressed his lips there. My eyes flitted closed.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered against my forehead. He brought his mouth to my neck. “So fucking perfect.”
Then he slid out of me, making my body mourn the loss of his fullness. He pulled his pants up to fasten them, then lifted me up and carried me back inside the house—all the way up the stairs. And then he placed me on my bed while he ran a bath.
I watched him check the water temperature and pour bubbles into the tub, and my heart swelled as I realized that, whether he admitted it or not, underneath the monster was a man, tender and kind.
And I craved them both.