Page 69 of A Twisted Gift

He shakes his head. “I’m not your god. I worship you, remember? Not the other way around.”

Warmth spreads through me—the soft, sweet kind, but also a type that’s darker, more possessive.

“Then do it.”

He licks his lips as he wraps his hand around his dick and strokes it. The simple action captures all my attention. I’ve touched myself countless times to the thought of doing something like that to him.

I whimper, and not just because he’s back to fingering me with his free hand. He slides two fingers into me, gently pushing them apart and stretching me.

“There you go. Look how well you’re handling this. You can take my cock, little rose. I know you can.”

“Then give…” I gasp as he curls his fingers just right. “Then give it to me, Erik.”

He’s already on his knees in between my legs. All he has to do is adjust his position, and then he can be inside of me. So simple, yet he’s still staring down at me with a smirk on his face, unmoving.

“Erik!”

“Just taking in the moment,” he says, his voice dipping playfully.

And then finally—finally—he pulls his fingers out of me, his thumb landing on my clit. With his eyes locked on mine, he guides his dick to my entrance and slowly pushes inside. My breath hitches, and I tense, expecting pain.

But there isn’t any.

Only the feeling of being filled in a way I never have been before. Of pleasure, even. All from him.

At a snail’s pace, Erik slides farther into me. He’s staring at me with such intensity that it burns. But even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could look away. I don’t want to fight anymore. Don’t want to do anything but bask in the wonder of being the singular object of his focus.

Just when I’m worried I won’t be able to take anymore, Erik bottoms out. He groans my name, his voice strained, and tilts his face up to the ceiling. When I roll my hips, trying to take him even deeper, he lets out a harsh breath.

“Please,” I whimper. His thumb is still rubbing my clit, and the added sensation of him inside me is almost too overwhelming.

Erik’s eyes snap to mine, and the sight of him takes my breath away. His dark hair has fallen into his face, and he’s staring down at me like I have the power to break him.

“Raina. Raina, I need you to tell me…”

“It doesn’t hurt,” I whisper. “Please keep going.”

A breathless laugh escapes him, and he shakes his head. “So polite, even when I’m balls-deep inside you. Let go, Raina. Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.”

I tug against the handcuffs, not to remind myself that I’m restrained, but because I want to touch him. I want to feel his skin heat under my fingertips, feel the vibrations in his throat when he speaks.

“Undo these?”

Faster than light, his hands are on me, undoing the cuffs and tossing it to the side. “Are you all right? Did I—”

“I’m fine.” I brush my fingers against his torso before flattening my palms against him, feeling his muscles tighten under my hands. “Just want to touch you.”

At that, he relaxes. “You can do that all you want, little rose. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Smiling, I yank him down until his mouth crashes against mine. As I kiss him, he pulls out of me and then slides back in, and the feeling of it makes me gasp.

“Erik.”

“Hmm?” he murmurs against my mouth.

“Again. Do—do that again. Oh—oh my god.”My back arches as he thrusts into me, adding the tiniest bit of extra force.

“Again?” he asks, his lips moving from my mouth to my neck.

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