“I’m not upset.”
“Yes, you are,” she pouts. “I can see it on your face. I just need some time.”
“I want your trust now,” I growl and she gasps when my eyes narrow with calculation. I clasp her chin. “I’m going to fuck you open until you accept my truth, baby girl.”
Panting, her eyes flare and she puts her palms up on my chest. “You can’t force me to accept it.”
I raise my brow because there’s nothing like a challenge to get a male going. “Can’t I?” When she stays quiet, I add, “Just watch me.” I walk over to the desk in front of the window, before waving her over. “Come here.”
She comes over to me without protesting. Her hair brushes my arm, her eyes questioning until I without a word pull out a drawer and I know I’ve hit jackpot.
“Oh...,” she breathes. “That’s....that’s...I’m gonna ugly cry.”
But she doesn’t ugly cry. Instead her eyes just round in awe as I take out jewelry after jewelry. They’re family heirlooms and I’ve never cared about them before, just left them out here, thinking nobody would ever wear them anyway but Freya looks more than ready.
Her greedy fingers eagerly trace the charms and she feverishly pants. “But Ram,” she breathes, “you’re bribing me.”
“Fuck yeah, I’m bribing you,” I growl. “Is it working?”
“You’re so sneaky,” she whines before shaking her head. “But I don’t care.” Her eyes round with delight. “Put them on me, Ram.”
She’s so transfixed by them that she doesn’t notice I’ve taken her clothes off, her sweater, her denims and I groan when I remove her underwear. I’m going to bury myself in her and I’m so damn ready for it that I feel like howling. Finally. It’s been too fucking long.
Clasping a necklace around her throat, I purr, “Do you trust me now?”
“Hm...? Oh, I trust you. You have all my trust. I’ll never distrust you, never betray you... ”
She’s not even aware of what she’s saying and my mouth curves. Fuck, I knew she had a thing for this but I didn’t know it would be this easy. I’ll keep this in mind for the future and suddenly I feel like power’s pouring over me. Touching her between her legs, I let out a groan.
“There’s my favorite wet little slit,” I rasp and she throbs in response, to my words. “To think that I’ll be able to taste and fuck this whenever I want...” I trail off, pushing the creases aside and a never-ending heat pours out of her. “Tell me you’ll let me have it whenever I want.”
“W...what did you say?”
“Freya, can you focus for a second,” I ask, pulling her hair over to one shoulder, “I’m going to let you feel me and I don’t want you to get shocked.”
Freya flinches, “Right...,” she whispers, parting her legs to my enjoyment. “I’m ready as long as you don’t take these away from me.”
I wouldn’t dream of snatching her little toys. Not when I have my own toy in my hands.
Grinning like the cat that caught the canary, I thrust into her, surprised by how ready she is for me and she lets out a pant. Ushering her toward the bed, I fall on top of her with a groan and she squeals. We’re both naked, no clothes in the way and my mouth bends in a greedy smirk.
She’s splayed on the white sheets like she’s about to give birth to a new beginning for our love. Her hands clutch the quilt, her hair forming a dark crown while her sweet core is spread and so pink and silky it’s driving me mad.
“We shouldn’t have done it like this,” she pants just before I’m about to wreck her and I freeze.
“Why not?” I snarl and she glances at me timidly.
“We should’ve put a towel. Remember the first time? I don’t want to s...soil your sheets.”
I shake my head. “I don’t care about the fucking sheets.” I clamp down on her thighs, “I like it when you get so wet for me you don’t know what to do with yourself…”
I slide my fingers over her clit, causing her to tremble but she’s glistening so much and I know she will enjoy this. “But you’re going to get me all messy,” she whines, rolling her hips as if to rile me up even more.
“That’s the point,” I growl, thrusting into her as if there’s no tomorrow and in the back of my mind I wonder what the hell’s wrong with me because I lack all self-control around Freya.
“That’s too intense!” she cries. “Ram, I’m a pregnant woman!”
I freeze but don’t slow down. “Baby girl, don’t ask me to stop,” Dark, masculine need flares in me and I push my face into her neck because I can’t stop. “Tell me you can take this.”