I try to push him away again, my effort not very convincing, yet still part of the game.
Without the slightest hesitation, he slams his body into mine.
And I fight him. Oh, yes, I do.
I need him all stirred up and angry as I surrender to his power. I need the desperation flowing through my veins to wash away my guilt.
I need to feel as if there was no other choice to feed the blazing fire in my blood and get turned on.
The more I fight him, the hotter I get and the closer to submitting.
Harshly, he grabs my hair and tips my face up, grinding into me. Despite the fabric, I intimately feel him.
I gasp and groan and sink my nails into his back.
His lips curve into a twisted grin.
“I’ll give you what you want,” he says, his voice vibrating over my lips.
I push against him, and he slams back into me, crushing my chest with his torso while wedging his thigh between my legs.
“Jaden...”
My voice starts fraying.
He pulls my hair back, forcing me to arch my neck, and slowly runs his tongue over my skin.
I moan, yearning to feel him inside me. He rolls his hips, rubbing his hard meat against me.
“Don’t do that,” I say, desperate to feel some relief.
His force comes to me, hurting me yet spurring so much pleasure. My scalp hurts, and my skin stings, and I want him to do it.
He flicks his tongue up my neck, sending pleasure to my sex.
I moan quietly.
“The night you saw me...” he rasps, riding my dress up and running his hand between my thighs.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, losing it fast.
“Is that why you’d followed me? For this?”
With one flick of a hand, he rips my panties off.
I gasp, his hand flying to my mouth fast.
I jolt against him, my bare flesh against his hand, his eyes burning into mine.
“That’s what it was, wasn’t it?” he mutters, a dark smile curving his lips as I push my body against his.
He keeps me in place with his weight, raising a firestorm inside me.
“You like it, don’t you?” he says, his hand still over my mouth.
His eyes dive into mine like he enters my soul.
I close my eyes briefly in response.