Page 43 of Forbidden Mistress

He adds two fingers, then three. When he has me right where he wants me, he pulls his fingers out of me and encircles my waist with his arm, pulling me up to a sitting position. He leans back on his haunches, and pulls me farther, until I’m up on my knees. Already, my thighs are screaming with the tension of supporting my weight.

“Straddle me,” he commands, guiding my thighs to envelop his. I hover there for a second, the impressive girth of his cock nudging my entrance. His large hands move up my back, holding me there to support me. We’re face-to-face, and I can hear each ragged breath from his mouth, feel its warmth skate across my skin. I can only see the very vague outline of his head and body. “That’s it,” he says approvingly. “Now, lower yourself onto me, Little Fawn. Take every inch of my cock.”

Using his shoulders as leverage, I slowly lower myself, until his cock is seated deeply inside me. From this angle, he feels impossibly large, stretching me so wide, I’m breathless and a little teary-eyed. The pain is almost too much, but I clench my jaw and push past it. I don’t move, waiting for my body to adjust. Seconds later, the pain melts into incomprehensible pleasure, and my muscles begin to relax. I tilt my head back. He’s still supporting me, taking the brunt of our combined weight, allowing me to move freely.

“Good girl.” He speaks in that tight voice, accent thick once more, like it gets when he’s really excited. He kisses my shoulder. “You took all of me in and you feel so good. So hot and wet and tight wrapped around me. Now, move, or I can’t be held responsible for what I’ll do.”

I smile, loving the fact that he’s so insane with need for me that he fears he may lose control. A part of me wants to see that—but I’m not sure I’m ready. So, I do as I’m told, and gently lift myself up slightly, then back down again. Over and over, until I find a rhythm I like. He helps me by lifting my ass, supporting my weight as I ride him.

Inside me, Hart feels incredible, and somehow, so right. Like he was always mean to be a part of me—not just physically, but emotionally. It’s such a strange thought… I just met this man, and he’s clearly fighting some demons. But the two of us together…I never knew it could be like this, so intimate and close. A part of me fears I’ll never know this kind of intense passion ever again.

As though he’s been reading my thoughts, he whispers, “You are so fucking perfect for me. I always knew you would be.”

Always? It’s a strange way to express it, given how short a time we’ve known each other, but I don’t linger on the thought. My body is too keyed up to focus on anything other than the feel of him inside me.

My thighs are cinched around his waist tightly as I rock against him, my rhythm growing frantic. I’m on the brink of climax, and my body is so greedy for it. “I’m going to come,” I breathe, shuddering.

His blunt fingertips dig into my hips, my ass cheeks as he forcibly slows my pace. “Not yet, Little Fawn. We’re going to go slow down, draw things out, enjoy each other’s bodies.”

No. My God. I can’t take it.

My core is pulsing, preparing for that peak and flush of dopamine, but when he slows our pace, the pressure on my clit gently recedes. Lifting my ass, he nearly pulls himself all the way out of me, stopping just before the head of his cock comes free. Then he slams me down again forcefully, all the way to the hilt. Then he repeats the action, forcing my pussy to stroke the entire length of his cock. I want to cry out as he stirs me up inside, the tip of his cock hitting me in just the right spot—over and over.

Every movement shoots white-hot pleasure to my core, and it’s the only sensation I’m aware of. All I can feel, see, smell, or hear is him.

And I can’t take any more.

Every muscle in my body tightens. I throw my head back and let go as my body gives in to the pleasure. Wave after wave of pure liquid ecstasy crashes over me as he forces me to continue riding his cock. He’s grunting and panting now, fucking me deep as he takes his own pleasure. My channel tightens and pulses around his iron shaft, and my orgasm radiates to every cell in my body.

“Fuck, Cassandra,” he growls, driving himself impossibly deep. He’s sweating now, and I can feel him tremble beneath my hands. “Take my come. Take it all.”

I release a moan as he goes completely still, pumping his hot come into me. It goes on forever, it seems. His body tense, his arms holding me tightly in place as he finishes, still thrusting gently until he’s drained of every last drop of come.

With an explosion of breath, his head droops to rest on my shoulder, and I can hear his breathing slowly return to normal. Lifting his head, he kisses me on the lips. “You are mine now,” he whispers against my lips. “How in fucking hell will I ever be able to let you go?”

“It’s funny,” I say between kisses. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

But this is all temporary… Yeah, I’m not so sure how I feel about that now. The way things are between us really doesn’t feel temporary.

Chapter 18

Pampered

The next morning, the sound of waves crashing coaxes me awake. With a jolt, I bolt upright and glance at the spot next to me. It’s empty, of course. I run my hand over the indent in the pillow. He slept here, at least. I know that because, for most of the night, we were tangled up in each other. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep is the puff of his warm breath on my cheek, the feel of a strong arm holding me fast against his hard body.

Last night, I felt…loved. I know it’s crazy. Hart doesn’t seem like the kind of guy who would love anyone or anything—other than sex and money, maybe. But there was an undeniable connection between us last night, and I’m not sure what that means for us, if anything.

Stretching, I sit up and climb out of bed. I’m completely naked, but it doesn’t matter—which is saying something for me. Normally, I’d rush to find something to cover myself up with. Somewhere along the way, I got the message that curves are a bad thing. But Hart worshiped every dip and valley of my body last night, and I saw myself through his eyes. He thinks I’m beautiful, just as I am.

As I walk barefoot toward the bathroom, I notice coffee and a croissant on the table next to his reading chair, along with a barely legible note. What is it with guys? Both my dad and Liam have horrible handwriting as well.

Breakfast for my favorite woodland creature. I have meetings all day, but I’ll be home by dark. I’ve informed the front desk that you will be using my account. Celeste is your personal concierge, and she is at your disposal.

Until tonight, H

There’s a phone number scribbled at the bottom of the note, but there are two numbers I can’t quite make out.

I purse my lips. I have two classes today, but I’m absolutely ditching. A full day exploring the famous Exeter House on Hart’s dime? Yeah, I’m here for it. In fact…I grab my phone and text Haley. Why not share it with a friend?

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