Page 60 of On Your Knees

I’m a slave to it.

Benedict could throw me onto the floor like he did that pillow and beg me to suck him off, and I would.

When did I become so greedy for him? My body’s so close to coming unglued I can’t stand it.

I beg for him to make me come, but he only laughs at me.

“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he says as he repositions our bodies. The way he flings me around the bed like I weigh nothing is a major turn on.

“I need to come now,” I tell him, my clit aching and throbbing.

He’s on top of me now, about ready to slam his dick into me again, but he stalls. “Eva,” he whispers before moving one hand up my body, through the valley of my breasts, and he wraps his fingers around my throat. “I own you.”

My eyes widen, and honestly he’s right. He does own me now. I will never want anyone like the way I want this man. “Please,” I beg of him. At this point I no longer know what I’m begging for.

Him.

To make me come?

I don’t know.

I just need more of this connection between the two of us. I need it all.

I want it all.

A tear threatens to escape. I won’t let this man see me cry for him, even though my chest expands, love trying to seep in, but I can’t fall for a priest.

Benedict watches all these crazy emotions I’m having play out all over my face. He doesn’t move, just watches. “You’re okay.” He soothes me with his words.

“I don’t know if I am.” I’m being honest. This sex is having an insane effect on me. I don’t know what to do.

Part of me wants to cry. The other part wants him to call me filthy names and fuck me ragged. I’m at war with myself, and I’m begging for more of this torture.

“I own you,” he says again as he pushes his behemoth of a dick inside me. Seriously this thing is like trying to fit the ocean into a teacup.

I spread my legs more, accepting him into me, my body pulsing and throbbing with the need to come. To release. My orgasm is looming, nearly on the horizon as I thrust my hips to meet his.

“You make me so damn hard, Eva. So fucking hard, and now I’m going to fuck you completely. Fill you up completely that you’ll never stop thinking about this for the rest of your life.” He keeps pumping slowly inside me, my body needing him desperately to speed up.

“I’m so close,” I tell him, but he keeps moving at the speed of molasses as he pushes his dick deeper inside me.

He breaks loose, moving into me at such speed that my orgasm rips right through me. I scream out his name, but he’s relentless, bucking into me with the force of a stallion. I scrape my nails down his back as he keeps fucking me like he’s got something to prove. He keeps hammering away and his eyes close momentarily.

“Fuck,” he grits out as the first wave of his orgasm crashes through him. He keeps coming, his release never stopping as he thrusts into me a few more times.

Finally our bodies calm, but before he pulls out of me, he looks down at me.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers, his face inches from mine.

“I’m yours.” I gaze into his blue eyes. They look as light as the ocean. And the more I stare into them, the more I can see forever in them.

But that’s silly.

This isn’t forever.

This is one man’s weakness. Benedict couldn’t resist me anymore, and I’m sure once it’s all said and done, he’ll regret ever meeting me.

It’s been two days since I’ve had sex with Benedict, and every second that passes, the memory of it clings to my skin like the softest silk. It’s maddening. The way his hands moved over me, possessive yet gentle, knowing exactly how to make me unravel with a single touch. I can still hear the low growl of his voice, whispering those dirty things in my ear, things that made me feel desired in ways I never thought possible.

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