Page 98 of Scarred Souls

“That’s it.” I plunged my fingers in and out. “I need you wet and ready for me, because I’m about to take you hard again.”

She only whimpered in response.

I shifted over Hope until my hips met the cradle of hers. Then I gave her gorgeous tits the attention they deserved, squeezing them and sucking each nipple until they turned into hardened peaks.

I pressed her breasts together. “I’m going to fuck these one day soon, too. Paint your pretty neck with my cum. Or maybe I’ll finish in your mouth.”

“That sounds…so dirty. I want to try it.” Hope’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and I felt it in my dick.

“Woman, you’ll be the death of me.” If she kept talking like that, I was going to nut before getting inside her.

Enough screwing around.

I was about to flip Hope onto her stomach but paused. I didn’t want to do her from behind. I wanted us to be face-to-face so I could stare into her whiskey-colored eyes when I moved in her. The same way I had in all my fantasies this past week.

I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, lubing the tip in her juices.

“Do it. Please.” Hope wrapped her legs around my waist. “I need to feel you.”

I grimaced from trying to hold back because I wanted this time to be slower. I should be more careful with her. More in control. But Hope had me so worked up that my only thoughts were to be inside her, to fill her up and claim her. As if fucking her senseless would mark her in some way and let everyone know who she belonged to. It was messed up to think like that. My only explanation was that she brought out a primal instinct in me, and blocking it was futile.

Hope sucked in a sharp breath when I thrust inside and buried myself to the hilt. There were no protests from her this time. Only a blissed-out moan as she tilted her head back in ecstasy.

I fought the urge to rut her and pressed my lips to hers, delving my tongue inside her mouth while my cock pulsed within her. “You take me so perfectly.”

The smile she aimed at me was downright wicked. “Not so pure and inexperienced anymore, am I?”

“You are, but I have plans to destroy every last fiber of your innocence.”

The leather around Hope’s hands creaked again as she shifted, and something tugged at my chest. It wasn’t right, keeping her bound like that. Guilt ate at me for forcing her to accept my rules, but I was too scared of how I might hurt her if she laid her hands on me. Now wasn’t the time for experimenting and pushing my limits.

“Vaughn?” Hope panted, ripping me from my train of thought.

“Yes, beautiful?” I ran my fingertips over her scars.

“I need you to stop playing around and fuck me like you mean it.”

This woman was going to drain my balls dry.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I hitched Hope’s legs higher and gave her what she’d asked for. But I didn’t take my lips from hers. I’d forgotten how good it felt to be chest to chest, mouth to mouth. Not that any of the women I’d been with precaptivity compared to Hope.

A long time ago, I’d thought I’d been in love. Turned out I had just wanted something I couldn’t have, and the emotions hadn’t been real at all.

Maybe that was what this thing with Hope was. An infatuation. An obsession. Except nothing about our week together felt fake. Either way, Hope had me in a choke hold, and I didn’t want her to let go.

Why was I even thinking about this stuff? Fucking and emotions had no business mixing. Inside my head, a voice laughed with ridicule. As much as I wanted to deny it, my feelings for Hope were as entangled as our bodies.

To distract myself, I drove in harder. Deeper. Hope encouraged me by arching her spine and making more of those sexy little sounds that drove me wild. Propping her feet over my shoulders, I tilted her hips up and hammered into her.

“Oh my God,” Hope mumbled as her lids shut.

“Hey.” I slapped her ass, and she yelped. “Eyes on me.”

“Always so bossy.” There was enough sass in her tone to earn her another slap.

Instead, I reached between her thighs and stroked her clit with my thumb, eliciting a delirious groan from Hope’s throat.