“I don’t see my answer making any difference.”
“It will determine whether or not you like what I’m about to do to you.”
Blue irises gleamed with defiance. “A moment ago, when you slipped a finger between my legs, you were pretty convinced this is what I want.”
A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth, and I let go of her jaw, slowly starting to circle her, my gaze traveling over her naked body inch by inch. “Tell me one thing.”
She glanced at me over her naked shoulder.
“If I had to set you free…would you run?”
Her gaze dropped. “Would you if you were me?”
I pressed my naked front against her back. “In a heartbeat.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re not me.”
Wrapping my arms around her middle, I picked her up. “My stupid, naïve ballerina girl.” I carried her to the bed, putting her feet on the ground before forcing her to bend forward with my hand pushing down on her spine.
“Remember the first time? When I told you it was going to hurt?”
She nodded, already twisting the sheets between her fingers.
“Well, this is going to hurt more.”
I licked my fingers, even though I knew she didn’t need it, and slipped my hand between her legs while her pussy bloomed with her ass in the air. I grabbed my cock and squeezed as the head tingled with a need to fuck. Up and down I pumped my length, needing a little relief from the ache. I thrust forward, sliding my cock up her ass cheeks, letting her feel it against her skin. Her hips bucked, pushing backward in search of it. But I denied her by pulling back, this time tracing the tip of my cock against the round flesh of her ass.
She whimpered, and the sound was like a lightning bolt that struck right down my spine, slamming against my balls. Jesus.
I wanted to push inside her. I wanted to fill her to the brim, fuck her until my name was a prayer on her lips. But I needed her to want this. I needed her to tell me this was more than just my own selfish needs.
“Do you want this, ballerina girl? Do you want my cock? Do you want me to fuck you?”
I leaned over her and cupped one of her breasts, and it earned me another deep moan from her lips.
“I’m not fucking you unless you tell me this is what you want.”
Her grip on the sheets tightened, but she refused to say anything.
I tugged at her nipple. “I’m serious, Alyx. I might be a bad motherfucker, but right now, this is me trying to be a better man.”
“Why?” Her voice was nothing but a breath. “Why now?”
I brought the tip of my cock to her entrance but kept it there, not moving another inch. “Because for a woman like you, I’m at least willing to fucking try.”
Without warning, Alyx reared back and took all of me inside her. A roar tore from my throat, and I dug my fingers into the flesh of her hips.
“Fuck, Alyx.”
“Yes, Granite,” she breathed, “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Ever since I saw you the first time outside my window, I’ve wanted you.”
I pulled back, only to thrust forward again. “Jesus. You are a masochist.” I slammed into her, gripping her hips tighter. She was so fucking wet, so warm from the inside, it was teetering on the edge of losing control. It was making my legs shake.
I hit her deep, right at the center of her core, and she shuddered, fine droplets of perspiration forming all along her spine.
After another hard thrust, she cried out, and I leaned forward with my chest against her back. “I know I’m hurting you, but I can’t stop.”
“Granite—”