Page 65 of Tame Me

I squeeze my fingers into his shoulders as I shudder, gasping for big breaths to recover something of myself. I’ve just come apart completely. I’ve never lost control like this with anyone. But inhishold, it’s not just empowering, it’s addictive. Only the totality of that insane satisfaction lasts mere seconds. With a moan I kiss him with complete abandon. Showing him what I can’t verbalise—I wantmore.

He groans and his hand cups my sex possessively. ‘Talia...’

‘Yes.’Unfettered, I pant between kisses. ‘Yes, yes, yes.’

His whole body tightens beneath me. ‘You want—’

‘Yes!’But a sliver of sanity stirs and I lift my head. ‘But I can’t get pregnant or—’

‘Your fellow control freak has a condom in his wallet.’ His words are muffled against my neck as he suckles my skin. ‘Kids aren’t on my agenda.’

He’s unapologetic but his obviously vast experience isn’t a turn-off. I know nothing. He knows everything. I could learn. Iwantto learn. Especially with him. Here’s my chance. I’m not afraid of anything any more. For the first time in my life I’m fearless—such is the power of that orgasm and the madness in this moment.

‘Not mine either. Not yet for me.’ I glance at him. ‘Not ever for you, right?’

‘Right.’ He chuckles lightly. ‘So let me get it.’

He wriggles to dig out his wallet. I just get more aroused all over again.

‘Look at us. Capable people. In control,’ he mutters.

‘So in control.’ I’m sliding towards oblivion again—sofast.

‘Rational right to the end,’ he insists with mock seriousness as he teases me even more.

‘Stop congratulating yourself on your genius and put it on.’

‘Right. Ms Impatience.’

‘Of course I’m impatient.’ I lean against him. ‘We’re hanging by a thread and who knows how long we have...?’

He laughs but it morphs into a groan. ‘Quite.’

He lifts me to my feet, moving me only slightly away from him, and delves beneath my hemline again to slide my panties down and off. He doesn’t bother taking off my dress. There isn’t time. He balances me with one hand while hurriedly unfastening his trousers, lifting his hips enough to bare his thighs and free his straining erection. Then he pulls me back onto his lap with strength that awes me. This time I’m fully facing him, my legs straddle him. Even though I’m basically still dressed, I’m more exposed than I’ve ever been in my life.

He kisses me, unfastening the first few buttons of my dress with deft skill, pushing it so he can access what he wants—my tight, turned-on breasts. He traces hot kisses down the side of my neck and teases my nipples with his fingertips before fastening his mouth on one and feasting. I almost howl. I can feel the pressure of him at the apex of my thighs and all I can do is rock some more and moan. His hands work fast between us now. I hear the sound of the wrapper tearing, the hiss of breath as he rolls the protection down his erection. Am I really going to do this?Hell yes.

Nothing’s ever felt like this. I don’t think I’ll feel anything like this again. My hunger just sharpens.

He pauses. ‘Are you sure?’

I’ve never been more sure of anything. The wind whips outside and every so often lightning cracks but I don’t care. I’m no longer scared. Impatient, I push forward, pressing onto him. But something isn’t quite right and the sudden pain is intense. I freeze.

‘Sweetheart?’

I chose not to tell him. I figured it doesn’t matter. It’s my business. But now Ican’tspeak. I’m overwhelmed and all I want is for him to help me.

‘You’re so tight,’ he mutters between clenched teeth. ‘Has it been a while, darling?’

‘Y-yes.’ A half-truth isn’t a lie, right?

I don’t want him to stop. But right now I’m frozen because I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to get through this. It’s a searing, tearing sensation.

‘Let me help,’ he grits.

‘Yes, please.’ I need it—him.

He pulls out. I whimper because that’s not what I wanted at all. But he kisses me and he’s so tender with my mouth. His fingers are tender too. Slow and teasing and he sweeps me back into that heat. I melt again and soften. He strokes, not just one finger inside me, but two, then three—pumping me, priming me with slow deliberation. It’s so much and so good I almost come again. That’s when he slides his fingers from me. I hiss in frustration.

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