Page 56 of Royal Flush

The heightened level of need kept sparks floating in front of my eyes. I didn’t need to focus, easily shoving his trousers down his thighs. I sensed he was finishing the rest, kicking off his shoes and only breaking the kiss long enough to remove his pants altogether.

For a man who had easily shown me how much he could control both his needs and the sadistic darkness swirling inside of him, he was wilder than before.

Unrelenting.

Perhaps the horrible near kidnapping experience had spiced up our love life. Who was I kidding? For two people who were oil and water, we were completely combustible. I was certain we’d both become severely scarred in the process.

But at this moment, I didn’t care.

Braxton broke the kiss long enough to use his fingers shoving back my head until it rested against the cool glass. That allowed him to growl and nip my lower lip, dragging first his tongue then his teeth from one side of my jaw to the other. All I could do was try to control my breathing while I kneaded his carved chest.

How could a man be this good looking? How many times had I asked myself the same thing? He dropped his head enough to bite down on the side of my neck, no doubt creating a hickey. Another moan escaped, my body shaking.

As he slipped his hands under my bottom, I knew exactly what he was going to do. The moment he impaled me with his thick cock, I uttered a scream that floated between us. I had a feeling it was a good thing this was the penthouse, or we could be kicked out of such a fine establishment.

If he noticed or cared, I wouldn’t know it, the force he’d used pinning me to the glass. His eyes were glassy and he yanked one arm over my head then the other, his grin positively evil.

“I could fuck you for hours on end,” he huffed, pulling almost all the way out as I struggled to clasp my legs together.

“Then do it.”

“My temptation.”

“My angry savior.”

I adored the way his upper lip curled, his long eyelashes skimming against his cheeks. He was a man possessed, determined to take what he wanted. He drove into me again, rolling onto the balls of his feet.

It was impossible not to moan, the force he was using adding to the rush of excitement. I smacked my hands on the glass as he repeated the move. My pussy had been throbbing all throughout dinner, the current ache overheating my core.

This was wild, primal fucking, two beasts in the night and I was thrilled and taken aback, my mind one amazing blur. At least there was no more talking, our needs too intense.

With every brutal thrust, I was pushed more and more into a sweet level of oblivion. My toes were already curled, the clamp and release of my muscles pulling his huge cock in even deeper. I felt so many emotions, which wasn’t like me. Gratefulness. Terror.

Desire burning so brightly I was blinded.

Yet I still wanted to hate him, as crazy as that sounded. I knew the reason why. If I did, I could keep my heart protected and he was the kind of man who could challenge everything.

He nuzzled into my neck, nibbling on my skin once again as he slowed his pace but I knew that wasn’t going to last for long. He was far too hungry, much like I was.

Not for food.

Not for his beloved rare steak.

For me, the one woman who’d dared be rebellious. I kind of liked that position. Not that he would ever allow me to be the dominating party.

He drove into me even harder, knocking the breath out of me.

Beads of perspiration were now trickling down both sides of my neck and my forehead from the near desperate need and exertion we were using. It was crazy and amazing, our togetherness a wild example of how opposites could attract.

“Come for me, Jasmine. I need to feel your pussy muscles pulling me in even deeper.”

Was he kidding me? I couldn’t come on command, but the moment he whispered it more harshly into my ear, my body responded instantly.

The insanity of such a powerful climax was impossible with anyone other than him. I was lost, my mind floating far away as the pleasure turned into pure ecstasy.

He thrust harder and faster, pushing me from one orgasm to another. I could hear my strange animalistic sounds, but his growls could beat mine anytime. He was showing me he was nothing but a beast in the wild. I had to wonder how many women were this lucky, able to let go?

As he pulled back slightly, allowing the orgasm to settle, I could tell he wasn’t going to take his eyes off mine.

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