Page 269 of Unexpected Heroine

Two thrusts forward, three thrusts back

TOMER

Avoice whispers in the back of my mind, reminding me to go slow. Take it easy on her. Be gentle. I recognize it as the voice of reason.

The problem I’m having is a much louder and more insistent voice is roaring in my psyche, telling me to claim her. Own her. Worship her and command her body. Remind her she belongs to me. Ensure she never forgets how right it feels when we can’t tell where I end and she begins.

Down in the lobby, I told her I’d tell her the truth and answer all her questions if she invited me to her room. I meant it then and still do now. In no way had I planned to distract her with sex.

However, I don’t make the rules of physics. Two incendiary elements will eventually ignite in the right conditions.

Running my fingers through her silky hair, I pile it up on her head and keep it there with one hand, holding my cock out for her with the other. She slips the condom on exactly like I taught her all those months ago.

Air hisses through my gritted teeth. “That’s it, my sweet girl. Just like that.”

Once she’s rolled it to the base, I bite back a moan at the feel of her hand encircling me, pumping and squeezing.

I wrap the ends of her hair around my wrist, tugging down to force her face up. “Look at me, Lettie.”

Her cheeks are rosy, and her lips are puffy and red from our rough kissing. Allowing myself a few seconds to soak in her beauty, I study her greedily. The slope of her nose. The colorful flecks dancing in her blue irises. Her dainty jaw line, leading to her elongated neck.

As if it’s teasing me, the pink tip of her tongue sneaks out of her parted lips.

“Stick your tongue out,” I order, my volume low but tone severe.

A wicked glint shimmers in the corner of her eyes. “Make me.”

Instinctively, I know what she needs from me. She doesn’t want nice and gentle because it’ll make her feel fragile. Or at least make her think I see her that way.

She’s anything but.

I’ll never hurt her, but I will give her a touch of the roughness she craves.

Keeping her hair held tight at her nape, I grip her face with my other hand, coming at her from under her chin. My thumb rests in the center of one cheek, and the first two fingers on the other. Applying a tiny bit of pressure, I pucker her mouth open and lower to her eye level. “Stick out your tongue, Lettie. Now.”

I squeeze a bit harder. It’s not enough to hurt her, but certainly enough to get her attention. In this way, I’m letting her know I understand her unspoken request to remind her she isn’t broken.

A whimper caresses her lips as it leaves her mouth, followed by the warm, wet tongue I’m aching to taste.

“Very good. Now hold it there. I want to suck on that little bratty tongue.”

I don’t loosen my grip on her cheeks yet because I suspect she’ll retract her tongue if I do. That teasing look is still very much etched onto her expression.

Only Lettie could turn me into a brat tamer.

Before she can deny me, I dive in, sucking her tongue into my mouth as hard and unyieldingly as I can. My hand falls from her cheeks, settling around the curve of her neck, fingers toward her nape and thumb pressing on the underside of her jaw. She holds me close, wrapping her hands around my shoulders and working her fingertips through the hair at the base of my skull.

She tastes so fucking good. Her naturally sweet kisses, blend with her salty arousal already coating my mouth. Delicious.

When I break for oxygen, she leans backward, tugging me with her onto the bed. “I need you to fuck me.”

She spreads her supple thighs as we move toward the center of the bed together, me crawling over her like she’s my prey. Once again, that primal urge to claim her is front and center. It’s the same instinct that had me teasing her until she admitted that she owns my cock the way I own her pussy.

Violet Holt is mine, through and through.

Whether we’re together or apart, she is mine. Always has been and always will be.

And I’m going to remind her of that right fucking now.

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