Page 29 of Scars Run Deep

“Jesus.”

I licked his throat, all the way up to his chin, and I smirked slyly at the damning look in those sexy eyes.

I grinned at him, getting off on his reaction.

I nipped at his jaw, then trailed my tongue lower, across his clavicle, to his left pec, teasing his nipple with swirling licks and bites that had him shuddering.

When I raked my nails down his abs, he cursed in twisted delight and bucked his hips, his cock slipping past my opening.

“God!” I cried at the feel of him stretching me.

I slapped my hands to his hips, holding him down.

And then I locked my dark gaze with his as I slid down onto his monster cock, inch by excruciating inch.

He was gritting his teeth, his jaw working, his eyes on fire.

It burned all the way down, his thickness splitting me open, demanding more and more from me, wanting to tear into me, wanting to leave its mark of undeniable possession.

It was utterly consuming.

All I was aware of was the fullness.

Of him and me.

Him so deep inside me, I could feel him with every stilted breath I took.

“The way your tight cunt strangles my cock… fucking shit,” he choked, his eyes glazed, utterly beside himself.

At my mercy.

God, it was exhilarating, a really heady sensation.

All that power of his and now here he was all mine for the taking.

Even with the sling, in his injured state, I knew it was still a choice on his part.

He could’ve taken control back. He could’ve been dead set on topping me, on exerting control and power over me.

But he’d chosen not to.

He was gifting me this.

Allowing me to take him as I saw fit.

He wanted to see what I’d do, how far I’d take it.

Or maybe it was because he was desperate for me to take his cock like this again, so he was open in ways he normally wouldn’t be, he was willing to compromise because he needed it so badly. I frowned. But if that was the heart of it, I didn’t want it.

That cheapened it.

It was much more to me.

I slapped one hand down on the headboard, and cupped his face with the other. “I wanted you to fuck me that night you stopped me from going after Liza.”

His eyes shone back at me. “Yeah?”

“I might’ve played with myself when I went to bed that night imagining you railing me up against the trees.”

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