Page 9 of August's Ride with Arrow

His eyes pop open, and he stares incredulously at me.

“You don't have to lie to me. I'm already a sure thing,” he says in a growly whisper.

I feel a deep desire to prove to him that I mean what I say, so I maintain eye contact as I reach between us and unbutton my jeans. Slowly, I slide them down my hips, revealing lacy black panties that match the bra peeking out from under my shirt. Taking his hand, I guide it between my legs, feeling the electric surge of anticipation course through my body at his touch.

"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes shining with wonder as he feels how soaked my panties are. "You really do find that scar a turn-on, don't you?" His question sends a jolt of arousal through me, and all I can manage is a nod.

Suddenly, without any warning, his lips crash into mine. Then he picks me up, carries me to the bed, and lays me down like I am the most fragile thing in the world.

While he undresses me, his lips never leave mine. I’m breathless with desire, and I wrap my arms tightly around him, feeling the heat and the wonderful hardness of his body.

Finally, I am laid bare before him, and I’m slightly nervous about his perusal of my naked body. Holding my breath, I wait for his reaction, but he only smiles softly, and reaches out to gently trace my curves.

His touch sends a lightning bolt of desire through me, and for the first time in my life, I understand what it means to be so aroused that the world will end if I don’t get what I need.

Then he leans down and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently while his hands continue to explore my body. I gasp as a new wave of pleasure washes over me, and I realize I am completely under his spell.

With one swift motion, he slides my panties down my legs, and I am completely exposed to him. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can feel the heat of his desire as he positions himself between my legs.

He spreads my legs and kisses down my belly toward my core. My body trembles in anticipation. Every touch, every kiss, every word he speaks sends shivers down my spine.

Finally, his lips graze my most sensitive spot, and I cry out in pleasure. He slides his tongue inside me, sending waves of deliciousness coursing through my body. The pleasure is intense, and I cling to him, not wanting this moment to end.

I’m racing toward an orgasm more powerful than any I’ve ever given myself. He gently slides one finger inside me while his tongue keeps teasing my clit. After a few thrusts, he slides in a second finger, stretching me out.

I feel like I'm being split in two, and I moan loudly as my orgasm crashes into me. He reaches up and covers my mouth with one hand, while the other keeps thrusting in and out. Only once my body starts to relax, does he remove his fingers and slowly kiss his way back up my body. I'm panting heavily, my heart pounding in my chest as I anticipate what comes next.

“I love how loud you are, but those sounds are only for me, not our neighbors,” he says, kissing me. I taste myself in that kiss and it’s such a turn on. I’ve read about it in my romance books, but I never expected it to be so erotic.

I’m almost disappointed when he pulls away and stands. Though when he bends down to grab his wallet from his pants, and I see him pull out a condom, I smile in anticipation.

“This is your last chance to tell me if you don't want this. Once I'm inside you, Kitty Kat, there's no turning back. You'll be mine,” he declares confidently.

My heart pounds in excitement as I look up at him and reply without hesitation, “I want this more than anything else in the world.”

But deep down, I know it's more than just physical desire. Without him, I feel like a part of me would wither away.

His grin widens at my response, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Good. Because I don't plan on stopping until you beg for more.”

He rips open the foil and slides the condom on before climbing back onto the bed with me. Caging me in with his strong tattooed arms, I can feel my heart pound in my chest at his possessiveness. I gaze into his steel-gray eyes, and let myself enjoy this moment.

Breaking the spell, he leans down and kisses me deeply. While his tongue explores my mouth, his hands roam over my body. I can feel the heat of his desire as he positions himself between my legs.

He lines up with me, holding his breath for just a moment as though he's taking one last deep breath before a plunge.

"Are you sure?" he whispers, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt.

With my heart still racing, I meet his gaze and nod.

With a single, powerful thrust, he fills me completely, and a cry escapes my lips as I feel every inch of him deep inside me. The pinch of pain is nothing like I thought it would be.

"Oh, fuck," he breathes, his eyes closing for a moment as he adjusts to the feeling of being inside me.

It takes a moment for me to adapt to the fullness, but soon I want him to move. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, wanting to feel every stroke and sensuous movement.

He begins to move, slowly at first, setting a rhythm that sends shivers through me. With each thrust, he hits a spot deep inside me that makes me cry out, arching my back and clutching at him.

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