“Worked those muscles every day.” I gasped, straining up to kiss him, and met his smile with my own. “Rafe—”
“If you keep squeezing my cock with that magical little pussy of yours, I won’t last more than a few strokes, and I intended to fuck you into next week,” he grumbled above me.
“Sorry?” I wound my hands around his arms for leverage, rocking my hips in time with his. “Oh, wow.” The scent of him surrounded me in a heady wave.
Rafe laughed, his head thrown back as he thrust into me, long and deep. Tendons strained beneath inked patterns that wound around his arms and shoulders. “You’re too cute, Willow. Touch yourself.”
“What?”
“Touch. Yourself.” His gaze darkened to almost fully black, struck through with glinting golden streaks. “Come for me, but not until I say. Can you do that?”
“I have no idea.” Was he mad? I could barely work my body in my own time, but I’d try anything once.
He grinned. “Try for me, sweetheart. I want to watch you come this time.”
I blinked, extracting one hand from my grip on him, and licked my fingers. My lip slipped between my teeth as I slid my hand between my breasts, past the gentle swell of my stomach to circle around my clit. I needn’t have bothered with the saliva. My arousal slicked every inch of flesh where we joined, coating my thighs and his. My face flamed as I touched myself for him.
“I love that you want me like this,” Rafe murmured. His gaze locked on to my hand stroking myself.
“I do.” The confession tore at my throat, despite theobvious evidence. I traced over my clit in tight circles, slow to start, but the bundle of nerves demanded more.
He fucked me through it until I hovered on the edge. “Stop!”
My hand froze, hovering over my clit. My pussy pulsed once, twice. I stared at him, trying to remember why I needed to stop.
“Don’t come until I say,” he reminded me, amusement lighting his eyes. “You’re going to struggle with this, aren’t you?” He rocked hard into me, impaling me with his full length. “Don’t. You. Fucking. Come.”
I bit back a moan and sucked in cold air through my nose. “Yes, Sir.” My clenched teeth matched his. Heat flushed my body, the room around us a wavering haze. My focus became staying off the edge and not thinking about Rafe’s cock impaled within me.
He thrust again, seating himself impossibly deep inside me. “Again.”
“Again?” My voice cracked even as my fingers hovered over my clit, prepared to torture myself on his behalf.
“Again.”
His eyes hooded, Rafe brought me to the edge countless times, backing me off with a single command until I resembled a sweating, begging, writhing mess beneath him.
The last time broke me. “I don’t think I can—” A whine grew in my throat, determined as my orgasm not to be denied. I breathed it back again, the world blurring in a fresh wave of tears. Frustration, exhaustion, and arousal were never meant to be bedfellows, but he forced them on me, and I took it because … that was what he wanted. And I wanted to please him, for him to be pleased with me. But my body had a limit, and I knew I’d reached it. “I can’t. Not again.”
My pussy pulsed around his cock where he thrust into meover and over, my swollen lips clinging to his slicked shaft as he pounded into me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you suffer for me.” Rafe leaned forward, dragging his lips up my cheeks.
I thought he would kiss me until his tongue followed in his wake, licking up my tears. That set me off, the depravity of it, and I rocked against him. He gripped me tight. “Again. Come for me, Willow.”
I could have screamed my relief at the command, if I had breath left to scream through. My fingers worked furiously, almost painful over my swollen clit. Waves of euphoria pulsed over me, tightening me around Rafe’s cock. I cried out, gripping his arms as the pleasure slammed into me. His heartbeat pounded against my chest as I clenched my legs around his hips, drawing him deep, and registered his own roar as faint as he sated his own need inside me.
Broad arms wrapped around me and gathered me into his embrace. Rafe slid our boneless bodies down his desk, cradling me as he hit the floor. He worked the condom off and tossed it in his office trash, then drew his body around mine in lieu of a blanket.
I rested my head against his chest, breathing out long and slow until our heartbeats matched. I fell asleep, safe in the knowledge that he’d claimed me.
Chapter Seven
Rafe
Willow Bonnier changed my life in a matter of hours. To be fair, I’d stalked the woman for over a month, but having her in my arms, her berries and lilies scent filling my office … hell, that sort of woman broke even me. I’d shown her my deepest secrets, and she hadn’t balked at them. At the demonic soul I possessed when I wanted hers, as well.
Hell yes, I was a greedy man. When it came to her, I refused to be anything else. She left me sitting on the floor and leaning against my desk, giggling as she pressed yet more kisses to my lips and gathered her clothes for her trip home to her children, citing babysitter requirements.