“I love being fucked by you.” I give in, not stumbling over the profanity despite the fact that I don’t go tossing around those kinds of words out all willy-nilly. I’m not a prude, I just think there’s a time and a place for such language. You have to use it like a punch, or else its impact becomes unimpressive. I think my point is proven by the way his dark eyes fill with pure want at my use of it. I don’t look, but I imagine his pants are probably getting a little tight.
I’m seconds away from begging him to undo me right here and now.
“Good,” he says as he drops his hand and takes a step back. He begins lazily unbuttoning his shirt as if our libidos aren’t cranked up to ten and both our hearts aren’t racing with lust.
With my cheeks burning, I drop my gaze as I go to slip off the counter.
But he doesn’t let me. He’s there again, between my legs. I inhale sharply as he yanks the front of my shirt up. Once it slips over my head, he pulls it back down, trapping my arms behindme. Since I’m not wearing a bra, I’m bare to him. My nipples point at him as if blaming him for their state.
“Stay,” he orders in a growl.
With my shoulders pulled behind me and my spine straight, I imagine I’m a sight for him.
His gaze rakes over me as he finishes unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slip down his arms and flutter to the floor without a care. Ive never felt so… wanted before. Never felt sexy before. The complete object of someones desires. It’s all so new, and so addictive. With his eyes locked onto mine, he pulls his gun free, then a knife, and finally his phone. There’s no hesitation as he sets them on the counter beside me. My heart races at the level of trust this exposes. But I don’t have a moment to linger on it, because next his hands go to his belt, and it isn’t long before he’s kicking out of his shoes and losing the rest of his clothing.
He stands before me bare, looking deadly, menacing, and hungry. But he’s not wanting food.
He wants to devour me.
And I’m going to let him.
I’m not shy as I eat the length of him up with my eyes.
My chest heaves with every breath
Donovan has the body of a god. Cut and sculpted to perfection. His thick shaft stands proud in the middle of nicely trimmed dark hair. The head is red in color, and I swear it twitches under my stare. It bobs as he takes a step closer. I could stare at him for hours.
“Up,” he commands me, but before I can attempt to awkwardly hop off the counter without the use of my arms, his warm hands are on my hips, helping me down. He spins me around and bends me over the vanity. “Look at you.”
My neck strains as I watch his reflection in the ornate mirror hanging in front of me. I almost lose it when his tongue darts out and rolls over his bottom lip as he stares at my ass.
Without warning, he grabs the waist of my pants and tears them down my legs, my panties going along for the ride.
I step out of the clothing, kicking it to the side.
“Fuck, Astra,” he breathes out as his fingers run through my soaked folds. “So wet for me.”
He smiles, but there’s a sinister edge to it as he meets my gaze in the mirror.
“Please,” I beg shamelessly.
“Don’t worry, Beauty. I’m going to take care of you.”
His hand wraps around the shirt, bunching it up between my wrists. He holds me still as he lines himself up. My eyes roll back into my head as he slowly pushes inside me. I know he’s not going slow for me because I’m more than ready for him. This isn’t about being nice, not that he ever really is when it comes to sex. This time, he’s going to torture me by bringing my body alive and keeping me suspended until he’s ready to let me come.
I can see it all in his eyes. In his smile.
“There you go,” he says, his hips working back until he nearly slips out of me. He pushes back in, and I swear I can feel every single inch as it slowly fills me up.
“Donovan, please,” I beg after what feels like an eternity.
I’m rewarded with a hard yank of my arms, forcing my body to come up off the counter. My boobs sway heavily. My hard nipples brush the marble vanity top, driving me even more insane with lust. I can’t help but watch them in the mirror.
His hips snap suddenly, punching into me so hard my body jerks. I look up to see him watching my boobs bounce at his manipulation, over and over again. My body is his, and I’m okay with that because I know he’ll take care of me.
“Astra. Fuck!” he roars. His hand releases its hold on my restraints. A second later, it’s gently wrapped around my throat. I rise up on my toes as he pulls me back. My arms becometrapped between our bodies, and I can barely see our reflection as he tilts my chin up. “You’re mine.”
The edge of the counter digs into my hips. I’m lifted off the ground with every snap of his hips.
