Page 21 of Heart of The Night

‘Cara, please. No. It feels too good,’ he pleaded.

‘Let go, Will,’ I panted, kissing his throat. ‘Fill me up until it spills over.’

Shocking me, he summoned a strength I had never witnessed before, forcefully extricating his wrists from my grip. A gasp lodged itself in my throat. He was much, much stronger than me, and it had never been more apparent. Suddenly feeling small and vulnerable, I was in awe of his raw power. I knew he would never use it to hurt me, yet there was a certain fear mingled with my respect. It was a humbling, sobering moment. I had clearly driven him to his limit.

Mustering up what little remained of my courage, I dared to continue, but he grasped my hips yet again, his hands pushing forcefully against my every movement to attenuate the impact.

‘You need to stop,’ he demanded. ‘This position – stop. Please,’ he begged. ‘I don’t want to come yet.’

‘I want you to come,’ I said resolutely, trying to shove his hands away. Ascending with some effort, I pushed down on him again. He indulged me a few more times, then, in a swift movement, sat upright. His arms enveloped me, creating a solid, unyielding cage around my form. Trapped within the confines of his embrace, I found myself completely immobile.

God, how I hated his physical superiority right then.

‘William—’ I stopped short, stilled by the tempest of fury that had suddenly ignited in his eyes. His gaze was a wildfire, consuming and untamed.

‘Riding is officially banned,’ he thundered, throwing his legs off the sofa so that I faced the backrest as I sat astride him.

His fiery temper was infectious, setting my own emotions aflame as I absorbed his declaration. ‘Absolutely not!’

Almost before I registered the movement, he had swiftly shifted us around, trapping me beneath him. Releasing me from his confining embrace, he supported his weight on his forearms on either side of my head.

From his imposing position, he levelled a potent glare into my eyes, each syllable dripping with a threat as he said, ‘I dare you to try that again. I’ll fuck you apart.’

‘This is so unfair!’

His eyes narrowed. ‘Hardly.’

‘It really is!’ I gesticulated. ‘Why should you be allowed to make me come time and again, but when I want to do the same, you won’t let me?’

‘Because, unlike you, I can’t come with mere seconds in between. I don’t want to come this fast, Cara. I want to enjoy you for as long as possible.’

I was about to suggest that, even though he might not be able to get erect immediately after ejaculating, we could do other things. But, hearing his explanation, I got the impression that he was specifically referring to penetration, and that stirred some sympathy in me.

Pouting, I looked up at him. ‘But I love riding.’

‘I can tell.’ His expression softened somewhat. ‘How about this, then – whenever we’ve already had sex, you can ride me the following rounds that day. Just not the first. My endurance is always at its worst the first time.’

His attempt to find a compromise amused me. ‘Okay.’

‘Thank you,’ he said, and I could hear that his gratitude was profound. ‘But for now, I’ll be the one fucking the other senseless.’ His eyes flitted to the coffee table. ‘Unfortunately, your antics have already taken a toll on my endurance, so I’ll be cutting straight to the chase.’ He lifted himself up, pulling me along in the process. ‘Bend over the table for me, love.’

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My heart pounded as I obliged. Climbing out of the sofa, I sank to my knees, positioning myself before the coffee table. I rested my upper body against its polished, wooden surface, my thighs rubbing together in anticipation of his intrusion.

William knelt behind me, his hands finding my hips. ‘Tell me to stop if anything hurts.’

I nodded, taking a deep breath as the crest of him slid along my slit, wallowing in my juices.

‘Ready?’ he asked, and the low pitch of his voice right then was so seductive that I groaned.

‘Yes.’

He eased slowly into me, and my eyes closed. Oh my God. He was so fucking big, and now he was stroking precisely across that vulnerable spot on my front wall.

‘Fuck,’ I whimpered, my fingers folding over the other end of the table.

He stopped at once, although he hadn’t come all the way in yet. ‘Does it hurt?’

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