Page 89 of Stables

Letting my eyes slip closed, I want to fall into the sensation of his body moving over and into me.

Filling me with every deep plunge.

“Look at me.” His grip on my hair tightens, sending prickles across my scalp. “I want to see you come with me.”

It’s so hard to fight the urge to give in to the building pressure in the center of my belly. Like a thread being pulled, every limb tries to curl around him and pull him closer.

He’s hitting a place within me I didn’t know existed before him.

And now that the secret has been revealed, I don’t know if I’ll ever want anyone else.

Dixon is who I want.

He’s the best man I could ever hope for.

I don’t deserve him.

Tears burn as they spill down my cheeks with this new revelation.

His movements still, and he unsheaths himself from my needy body.

“Char, talk to me.” The pad of his thumb works over the streaks on my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”

Biting my lip, I can’t form the words, so I just shake my head.

“You should have used the safe word,” he grits. Running his palm down my side, he tugs me against his chest.

“It’s stupid, I’m sorry. I promise it’s not you.” Sniffling, I bury my face beneath his jaw and wrap my arms around his neck.

His erection throbs against my thigh, reminding me of what a total screw up I am.

Flames move across my face. What is wrong with me? I’m messing this all up.

“Tell me. This doesn’t work if we can’t be honest.” He pulls my fingers to his mouth, kissing each tip, then the flat of my hand, moving down my wrist.

“I just—” I take a long inhale. “—what if I’m not good enough?” Tracing the dark hairs on his chest, I can’t look at him.

With a growl, he turns me over, pinning my belly against the bed, his fingers lace beneath my throat, and he lifts my head. “Look in that mirror, and tell me you are perfect.”

I can see my frazzled hair drooping along my face and the red flush over my cheeks.

But mostly, all I can focus on is his naked form straddling me.

“I’m not,” I whimper.

I don’t catch his hand moving until I feel the sting of it against my ass.

The pain snaps through me. It didn’t hurt as bad as it sounded. Yet the shock of it makes my eyes widen in my reflection.

“Don’t lie to me.” His palm rubs the mark, then moves down between my thighs, spreading them as he shifts behind me. “Look again.”

His fingers cup my neck, arching my back until I’m pressed against his hard length. “Tell me that you’re perfect for me.”

He must be delusional.

“I am?”

Another crack echoes in the room as he smacks me lightly.

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