Page 83 of Heart of The Night

‘You can,’ William said vehemently. ‘Scream my name as you come, Cara. Let me hear how much you enjoy me.’

I fought against the handcuffs, shaking. All I wanted was to touch him. I wanted to cup his sharp jaw, feel the spiky strands of his stubble scrape my palms as I kissed him. I wanted to caress his beautiful body, feel his smooth, warm skin against mine. And I wanted to wrap my arms around him, dig my nails into his broad shoulders as he fucked me into oblivion.

Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, a bowstring drawn back to its limit. My heart pounded in a wild, erratic rhythm, each beat echoing in my ears like a war drum. Sweat slicked my skin, mingling with the warm air. William’s presence loomed over me, every word, every look, stoking the fire of tension within me. My breaths came shallow and quick, my lungs straining against the pressure.

The seconds stretched into eternity. The tension mounted, unbearable.

Finally, it released. Air stormed out of my lungs, my body softening. William removed the vibrator, but he didn’t withdraw his fingers. As he thrust them gently in and out of me, I drifted peacefully, heaving for air as a sense of total liberation coursed through my veins.

‘How many?’

‘Three,’ I said breathlessly.

‘Endure it, Cara.’ It was an order. ‘Take it all.’

‘Will, fuck me. Please,’ I begged. ‘I need to feel you inside me.’

His smile was as self-satisfied as a banker counting his bonus. ‘And you will, but not yet.’ He brought the vibrator back to my clit, drawing a loud, agonised groan from me.

By the time I reached my fifth orgasm, I was hardly anything but a sack of meat and blood. I lay there, completely drained, unable to move. Meanwhile, William buzzed with an energy that seemed boundless. I had barely whispered the word ‘Five’ when he flipped me onto my front. With a firm hold on my hips, he lifted my bottom and deftly unfastened my stockings from the bustier. A pang of jealousy hit me at his practised speed; it was clear he had done this before.

‘It’s truly unfair how sexy you are,’ he murmured appreciatively, his fingers curling around my thong. Slowly, he dragged it down my legs. I heard him shifting, and then I felt his breath spreading across my wet lips.

My eyes widened. ‘No, don—’ His soft mouth pressed against my pulsating clit, and I groaned, fisting my hands. ‘Fuck.’

‘This is going to get rough, darling.’ His big hands smoothed over my nether cheeks. ‘But you’re going to handle it, understood?’

I felt his erection gliding over my soaked folds, up and down. My jaw clenched with yearning.

‘Yes. Fuck me like you own me, Will.’

‘Oh, you’ll feel my claim in every single part of you.’ He plunged into me at once, hard and deep. I moaned, struggling to accommodate him. He lingered at the very end of me, a low, satisfied groan pouring out of his mouth.

‘God, you feel so fucking good. I’ll never get over it. You were made for me, Cara.’

‘Yes. Yes I was,’ I panted, meaning every word.

He bent over me, strong arms landing on either side of my frame to support his weight. As he eased slowly out of me, he showered my neck with lustful kisses.

His next thrust shocked me. It was so hard, so fast, so deep, that it expelled the air from my lungs. The force of it bordered on painful, a sharp edge that heightened the intensity of my pleasure. Despite the discomfort, or perhaps because of it, I revelled in the sensation. He did it again and again, slamming into me without any sense of restraint, drawing whimper after whimper from my mouth. Each savage thrust shoved me forward on the mattress. When I reached the headboard, he clasped my shoulders and dragged me up, pushing us forward until I was smothered between the hard wood and his powerful body.

He kept ramming into me, my breasts rebounding off the headboard. My peaked nipples were overly sensitive now; it felt like tiny bites every time they slapped the wood.

Moaning, I threw my head back and rested it on William’s shoulder, my eyes closing. I loved it when he took possession of my body like this. His innate dominance was something I would always crave, never tire of, and forever appreciate.

‘Hear that, Cara?’ he murmured in my ear.

I focused on the sounds. Heat soon flooded my face. I could hear it. Amidst the rhythmic beat of our flesh parting and meeting, there was a loud, wet sound. I was absolutely dripping. Now acutely aware of it, I felt the beads oozing down my inner thighs.

‘I love how wet I make you.’ Wrapping his arms around me, William hugged me tightly against his solid, warm chest. ‘But…’ He withdrew, abandoning me entirely. ‘That much is ruining the friction.’

I turned my head, seeing him leaning over the edge of the bed, reaching for something. Bent over like that, his chiselled back was a sight to behold. He was so unbearably attractive. My heart clenched as I devoured the view of his rippling muscles, each movement showcasing his raw power.

He returned with a crooked smile on his face, bringing his shirt between my legs. Gently, he dried me off, his touch as tender as his gaze was intense.

‘Looks like we’ll have to change the sheets later,’ he said, throwing his shirt away. ‘They’re already soaked, and you’ve still got five orgasms to go.’

I exhaled long and loud, my eyes shifting to the ceiling. ‘I’m going to be severely dehydrated by the end of this.’

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