Page 70 of Wanting Mr Black

“Kiss me.”

My eyes fly open at the demand, and I grip his shoulders to steady myself in the new position, obligingly placing a passionate kiss on his lips. Impatient fingers dig into me as he moves my hips down onto his thrusts, impaling me onto his length. I’m no longer in control; he’s taken over. Setting a steady, rhythm, filling every inch of me.

I tear my lips from his as my muscles quiver around him, and I close my eyes as I fight off the inevitable. He must know because he stops, and the pressure inside me wanes slightly. He kisses the soft skin behind my right ear, and I tilt my head, giving as much of myself as I can to him as he whispers words of adoration against my skin.

He gently squeezes my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, slowly encircles the pink areola with his tongue, and then sucks hard at the bud. The switch between soft and hardsends a charge through my centre, and my brain’s liquid. I can’t hold it together much longer.

He picks up the pace again with precise, forceful thrusts that ramp up the tension between my legs, causing my muscles to twitch every time he plunges into me. This is hard and deep, and he’s trying to tell me something.

Just when I don’t think it can get any more intense, he removes a hand from my hip and glides it between our clammy bodies, caressing my clit with his fingers. And I’m not prepared.

“Art!” I suck in a lungful of air to steady myself.

His cock is deep inside me, and this fresh onslaught of pleasure is a whole new level of intense.

“Look at me, Sophie,” he rasps.

I force myself to focus. His eyes are burning with lust as they bore into me, and I’m afraid I might melt.

“You’re the centre of my universe. I felt like my heart had been ripped out when you walked out the other day.” He gently bites my bottom lip and then releases it. “Tell me you won’t ever do that again.”

The confusion clears. This is a possession fuck.Why does he need to do this? I’ve just agreed to marry him; isn’t that enough?

“I’ve already promised no more running.”

“You said that before … you still ran.”

“I won’t if you don’t give me any more reason to.”

His hands grab the back of my head and pull me to him, kissing me hard for forever. I’m left gasping, and my lips sting.

He presses his head to mine. He stares at me. “I promise you I won’t give you any more reason to. Now, tell me you won’t fuck off again.”

I shake my head. “Why do you always do this? Why don’t you talk to me?”

“It’s my way.”

His hands push down on my hips, driving himself inside me once more, and I cry out as my muscles quiver around him. I know he feels it, too, because his eyes briefly snap shut, and he puffs out a long breath to steady himself.

He opens his eyes and fixes me with a penetrating stare. “Promise me.”

He’s everywhere, totally in control of my body and mind. And he’s using it to try and get his own way, like he always does. But not this time.

“I don’t need to promise you.”

“Sophie …”

“You know I won’t leave you.”

He stills inside me, panting. “But you did.”

I link my arms around his neck. “I’m not going anywhere,” I murmur against his lips.

“Sophie,” he groans and closes his eyes, tilting his head back.

“I’m yours.”

I kiss his throat, and a moan escapes him as his need for control slips.

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