The delicious sting of his invasion seared through all my cells, melding with my overwhelming desire. This pain-filled pleasure only he understood. My pussy flexed around his throbbing erection, bathing it with a flood of my passion.
It was too much and not enough.
“Breathe, love.” He pressed a hand to my chest as the other held my waist.
I followed his command, slowly filling my lungs with air, and I opened my lids.
Sam’s flushed face came into view, all evidence of the angry lover evaporated for a moment. Only my dominant man whom I’d hurt. So many emotions and overwhelming pain stared at me, making my throat burn.
Just as fast, he locked everything down, returning to his previous cool, furious, aroused state.
He cupped my throat, drawing me forward. “Now ride me and take your pleasure.”
Pressing my knees into the cushion of the plush sofa, I lifted a few inches, wincing from the lingering discomfort of his invasion, and then lowered.
“Go slow,” he ordered, his fingers flexing along the column of my throat.
The intensity of his golden gaze sent a flutter deep into my core.
No matter how much he wanted to remain aloof, it wasn’t possible with me. This thing between us ran too deep.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, I began a steady rhythm, rocking and undulating my hips.
That he remained fully clothed while I sat astride him completely naked should have pissed me off. However, it drove my desire higher.
He knew I liked it this way. Not so civilized and definitely unrefined.
With each slide of his steely, hard length, a pool of need built deep in my belly, waiting, churning to overflow.
My nipples and breasts ached, and my clit throbbed.
Sam’s fingers stroked along my throat in a teasing caress. God. I needed that push, that one little push to send me over.
“Ask me.”
“Please, Sam. I’m desperate.”
“That’s begging. I didn’t tell you to beg. I said, ask.”
“Oh, God. I’m right there.”
He grabbed hold of my hip, rolling and rubbing his pelvis against my clit, giving me the barest graze but not anything near what I needed to finish the deed.
“Ask.”
“Sam, will you help me?”
“How do you want me to help you?”
“Take my control.”
“And when I put marks on you?”
“I want them.”
“Ask me to leave them on you.”
“Will you please leave your marks on me?”