Page 49 of Controlled

“No.”

Two words said now. I shifted under the covers, still trying to make sense of the thoughts roaming through my head. “Did you fuck me?”

Did I really think he was going to tell me the truth?

Another round of silence.

Suddenly, the man in the shadows, the one I both feared and hungered for rose from his chair. As the thunder rumbled in the distance, he took his time walking closer. I was surprised when he crouched down next to the bed, the scent of the man becoming more prominent.

More enticing.

I was enthralled by the moment as much as I hated myself, my breathing more ragged than before. Very slowly he tugged on the covers, pulling them past my shoulders to my chest, exposing my breasts and not stopping there.

His breathing was labored, his touch far too electrifying. And as he eased the thickness down my legs, a shiver coursed along my spine. Not from fear. Not from worry about what was happening to me.

But from the excitement I’d felt as if I remained in the beautiful dream.

I was crazy to think of him as anything else but a monster, loathing the strange desire that refused to leave. But as he reversed his movements, brushing the tips of his fingers along the inside of one leg, I found myself opening them.

As if inviting him to take what he wanted.

I cinched my eyes shut, fighting all the hate and the nerves, the excitement and the near frenzy building inside. He continued his seductive path, rolling his fingers up to my stomach then sliding one around my bellybutton several times.

When he finally crawled onto the bed, settling between my legs, the moment felt natural. Expected.

Wanted.

Every action methodical, he lifted my legs, bending them at the knees and gently pushing them to the bed. When he leaned over, blowing a swath of hot air down the length of my pussy, I threw one arm over my face. There was no making sense of what was happening, where I was, or why I was allowing this to happen.

Other than a tiny part of me believed that he and I were soulmates.

I found myself holding my breath, very much like I’d done with the dream or sick fantasy, fighting the nerves and anger, the longing and hope. How could I have hope around this man?

Creed continued breathing in and out, a slight growl mixed with his guttural sounds as he gathered my legs into his arms. When he lifted my torso off the bed, I slapped one hand down on the sheet.

The man acted as if I already belonged to him, the flickering candle allowing me to see the way he bent over, taking his time as he’d done before. Was he waiting for me to tell him no, or did he even care? I was stymied as to what I should do, frozen in the moment, turning my head toward what had to be the same French doors I’d walked through in my dream. I was now questioning every aspect of my sanity.

He remained so quiet, keeping time shared little more than an enraptured fantasy. But the moment he swirled his tongue around my clit, I couldn’t keep from moaning or writhing in his hold.

There was something so powerful about him in every aspect and I could vaguely remember that he’d picked me up in his arms, carrying me to safety inside the building. I was certain I’d also heard thudding footsteps of several people, Creed barking orders to hunt and kill whoever had attacked us.

But the rest was a complete blur.

My eyes remained closed as he licked up and down my pussy, using fingers from both hands to keep me wide open, fully exposed.

For him.

All for him.

With every drag of his tongue, every heated breath tickling my skin, I flew further away from the fear and more toward the need for him.

I turned my head to the side the moment he buried his face in my wetness, his growls escalating as he licked my juice. Every sound he made, every savage murmur pulled me deeper into a level of darkness I knew I’d never escape. And worse, I didn’t want to.

As his licking became more furious, I allowed myself to be lost in the pleasure. He kept my legs wide open, using two fingers in a perfect orchestration of sheer ecstasy.

No man had ever known my body so well. None had cared enough to learn what I needed. Creed knew instinctively.

As he pulled me closer to another moment of rapture, I clenched my fingers around the sheet, not caring about anything but this moment in time.

---