Page 43 of Resisting Mr Black

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

I nod again.

He withdraws almost all the way before pushing inside me again with a deep, erotic groan that makes my muscles quiver around him and ignites a shimmer of warmth in my groin. I flicker open my eyes to find him lost in his own ecstasy. Eyesclosed, head titled back, lips parted. His hair pushed across his brow. He looks so fucking sexy.

“You feel so good.” He increases his pace with every thrust until he’s hammering into me at a ferocious, urgent pace as if his life depends on it. I can’t help wondering, if this is a gentle fuck, what the hell a hard fuck would be like. With every thrust he sends my mind spinning and body spiralling out of control. Sweat clings to me and I feel my legs begin to tremble. I know I’m close.

“Look at me.” His voice is a barely recognisable rasp.

Through the fog of my looming orgasm, I do as I’m told and open my eyes. Beads of sweat glisten across his forehead and shoulders and his cheeks are flushed. He’s just as close as I am.

“Promise me, no more running.”

I can’t string any words together. At the moment, my brain is focused on coming and nothing else. My eyes snap closed and my spine curls against the sofa at the painfully pleasurable pressure between my thighs.

“I need to hear you promise me.”

The order registers in my brain loud and clear and I stare up at him. “I can’t.”

“You don’t come until you promise me.”

Fuck it.

My head lolls and I can’t even argue because I’m going to come and know I don’t possess enough self-control to stop myself. And he knows it. He withdraws completely and it’s as though someone has taken their foot off the accelerator. The temperature has been turned down and I’m left hanging. He’s exercising his control.

“I need to hear you say it,” he rasps.

As if to punish me for my defiance, he thrusts into me hard and my muscles clench around him making me gasp.

He picks up the relentless pace where he left off. His free hand roughly grips my hip, and I know he’ll leave a bruise as he pounds into me, forcing the air from my body.

“I’m going to get lost in you.”

I don’t know what he means and can’t ask him because another contraction sends me spiralling towards orgasm.

“You’re close.”

I twist my face into his neck and close my eyes as I’m about to lose my mind. “Please.”

“Promise me,” he demands.

I feel his cock grow even harder inside me and I’m pushed to the edge as my mouth falls slack and the words tumble out. “I promise.”

“Now.”

I let go. The build-up of pressure I’ve tried to keep at bay splits me in two as I dig my fingernails into the flesh of his wrists and scream. My body vibrates as contractions throb deep within me. He explodes with a roar that echoes round the room, carrying me through my climax, his hips thudding against mine, his hot seed spilling inside me.

He releases my hands and lowers the warm, sweaty weight of his chest onto me as our breathing slows. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around him, relishing the feel of his firm muscles beneath my fingers. Our body heat and sweat mingle his subtle scent with mine and it’s intoxicating. We’re one. Truly one. As I lie pinned to the sofa beneath his weight, I feel safe and protected and I know no one will ever hurt me again. Just like he promised me.

“You’re trembling.” I open my eyes to find him watching me. “Has that happened before?”

Nothing that has happened to me in the past fifteen minutes has ever happened to me before. Well, it has, but nothing like what I just experienced. My brain has turned to mush, and I still can’t string a sentence together. I shake my head, still feeling out of it. I hadn’t even realised I was trembling.

His fingers gently stroke my cheek as my limbs relax. “It’s never been like that before for me either.” He kisses me lightly on the lips and my heart flutters in my chest at his admission. “When I first walked into the hotel and saw you standing in reception, I felt something here.” He splays his right palm against the middle of hischest and stares down at me with such intensity my heart aches. “And you did too, didn’t you?”

My attraction to him blows any feelings I’ve ever had for anyone else out of the water. His desire is fierce and the passion he’s shown is something I’ve only read about in novels and didn’t believe was real. I barely know him, and the more time I spend in his company the more questions arise but when I look at him, and he touches me, I forget. This power he has over me is frightening. I can’t lie to him. Emotion wedges in my throat and I nod mutely.

He moves his hand and places it on my heart. “Here?”

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