Page 59 of They Break Beauty

It had me bucking against the wall.

A sexy groan emanated from him. “Christ, you’re soaked,” he growled, as he dragged his fingers through my folds.

The sure and sensual way he touched me had me sinking into it, into him, and the long-denied pleasure he was eliciting.

He brushed his lips over mine and spoke in hot, consuming words, “Admit it. Admit it couldn’t just be anyone. Say it, say this is all for me, for what only I can do to you.”

I gasped as he yanked my panties down to my thighs. “Tell me you feel it, this connection between us.”

“I…”

My words caught in my throat as he thrust two fingers inside me.

“You need more convincing, got it,” he said, smirking, then slicking his tongue over my bottom lip.

Recognizing how… favorable my reactions were, it had me snagging his wrist and stilling him beneath my dress.

This was dangerous, a really bad idea.

“This is… it’s… too much,” I only just managed to get out as he started curling his thick fingers inside me, unable to thrust because of my grip on him.

“Then tell me to stop.”

“And… and you will?” I choked, barely able to speak as his talented fingers caused a storm inside me.

“I will. I’ll release you, step back, and walk you to your car and that will be it.”

“You’ll also leave me alone going forward?”

He grasped my jaw with his free hand. It wasn’t harsh, but gentle instead, and he stroked my cheek with his thumb, back and forth, soft and slow. “No. I can’t. But I won’t touch you again unless you beg me to.” He released my jaw then started playing with my hair, running the black strands through his fingers. “Or, you could stop stabbing your nails into my skin and let me give you what we both need.”

“What’s that?” I rasped.

His eyes were on fire as he uttered on a primal growl, “To make you shatter for me, Wildflower. To feel your sweet cunt squeezing the fuck out of my fingers and watch you come apart for me. To taste you on me. To feel you shuddering in pleasure and screaming out my name. To have you need me so fucking bad and finally recognize it as you let go of everything else.”

Crap, his words were… something else.

The way he looked at me, like he needed to devour me, like he needed me so fucking badly… I’d never felt anything like it.

Dangerous and uncontrolled… there was just so much intensity coming from him, coming from us whenever we came into contact. It was virtually unbearable.

It was more than sexual tension, but that was a big part of it still.

And maybe… maybe giving into it now would kill his obsession with me, or at the very least tamper it down until I found a way to kill it for him.

At least that reasoning and excuse was what I told myself as I released my death grip on his wrist and dropped my hand down by my side.

What appeared to be an actual genuine smile spread over his face and a little bit of surprise too, like he couldn’t quite believe it was actually happening.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.

Then he yanked my panties the rest of the way down my legs and I stepped out of them.

I’d only just managed it in my shaky, overwhelmed state when he roughly grabbed one of my thighs, hooked it around him as a form of support, then pulled his fingers out of me almost all the way before ramming them back deep inside.

I screamed and arched my back as he hit a spot I hadn’t allowed him to before when I’d been trying to hold off.

“Right there, hmm?” he breathed at my ear.

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