Page 35 of Power and Possession

Her hand hit my cheek with a loud smack, and I smiled. “That’s my girl,” I responded, pulling her against me harder. “That’s good enough for me.”

I attacked her mouth once again, and she moved with me towards the bed. I pulled my pants and slacks all the way off, and she perched on the soft sheets. I knelt before her, like the queen she was, and slid the ridiculous pajama shorts down. She wore nothing underneath them, and I hardened a little more, wondering if she came in here specifically hoping for sex.

Her name was on my lips as I kissed her knees and worked my way up to her thighs. She let out a soft sigh, and it only excited me further. I relished the sound. After her attack, I wanted her to remember that sex was pleasurable, not something dirty or filthy. I moved her up along my bed, placing more tender kisses along her stomach. I dipped my tongue into her navel, going slow and trying to be gentle. Being gentle wasn’t my thing, but I felt it was what she needed.

She must have disagreed, because she tugged on my hair, urging me on. I hovered over her body, hard and aching. I dipped my head to kiss her on the lips, but she moved underneath mequickly, before reaching down and positioning me where she wanted.

“Not so fast, love.” I rubbed my nose against hers, trying to set a slower tempo.

She ignored me and tugged on my hips. I closed my eyes, giving into the heat and pace she was begging for. Tilting my hips, I pushed inside of her, sliding easily this time now that she was broken in from our previous tryst. Once I was completely inside her, I paused for a second, wanting to savor how warm she was, how good she felt around me, but she bucked her hips, showing how impatient she was. I moved faster, torn between wanting to make it last, while driving her to the release she was clamoring for. Luckily, after a few thrusts she started to shake, perspiration beading along her forehead.

I wanted to praise her, whisper words of admiration in her ear, but she seemed too dissociated from the entire event to hear them. But this wasn’t what I wanted. I wasn’t going to let her pretend I was just some generic male in her bed.

“Ashlynn…eyes on me.” I tilted her chin up, but her eyes were still closed. “Now,” I asserted.

She ignored me, her eyes clamped shut. I could feel her nails digging into my back, could feel her heels press against my ass as she tried to goad me into moving faster.

Instead, I stopped altogether.

She opened her eyes, irritation evident.

“Move,” she bullied, trying to restart our rhythm.

I pushed her hair over her shoulder, then leaned down to kiss her on the lips. She kept her mouth closed for a few seconds, but eventually she started to move her lips with mine. I restarted my thrusts, slower this time.

She closed her eyes again, and I stopped. Tears of frustration trailed down her cheeks.

“No. Look at me. Don’t close your eyes. You can pretend this isn’t happening all you’d like, but it is. Tell yourself pretty little lies in the morning when we’re done and the pleasure is a memory lingering in your body, but right now, you’re gonna bewith me or this isn’t happening.”

My speech seemed to work, because her eyes locked on mine, and I moved quicker and harder, working myself into a sweat as I overpowered her. It didn’t take more than a few thrusts before she came, hard all around me. She screamed out hoarsely, closing her eyes as she shuddered. I let her keep them closed, knowing she was beyond obeying at this point. Instead, I focused on how tight she felt surrounding me, and I let myself go.

This was going to be a long night.

Chapter Twenty-One

Ashlynn

My entire body felt like jello. I could barely move my arms and legs, every single part of me was so spent. I laid there for a few seconds, the images of last night floating in my head. For the third time, I woke up with Steele next to me in bed. But this time, I didn’t sneak out. I rolled over, surprised that he was already awake.

He stared at me, his eyes practically topaz in the morning light. Unlike his rooms in London, there was natural light in his bedroom here. I blinked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and waited for him to say something.

He didn’t break eye contact and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit it. It was just about the sexiest thing I had ever seen, but I knew he’d done it unconsciously.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice husky. He brought his hand up to lightly stroke my hair, his fingers combing through the tangles.

I suddenly felt shy now that the sun was up and the passion had settled. “Morning.”

He breathed deeply and then pulled me on top of him, my naked body pressed tightly against his. I put my hands on his shoulders and sat up, straddling him.

“If this is what it’s like to have you, Ashlynn Phillips, I should have kidnapped you a long time ago.” He grabbed my hips and slowly helped me rock against him. When I sat up, I didn’t mean to initiate sex, but he was ready to go and it would be a lieto say I wasn’t interested.

He leaned up against the headboard and kissed me, his lips just as hungry as they had been the night before. I continued to rock against him, and he pulled me up gently and then helped me settle down on his length.

I’d never been in this position before, but Steele held my hips and helped guide me. Within a few minutes, we were both panting, and I released a split second before he came inside of me. I felt his seed, warm and heavy, and the realization of what just happened, multiple times since last night, stopped me hard.

“What’s wrong?” Steele asked, instantly picking up my panic.

I gestured to where our bodies were locked together, where his seed had started to seep out of me. He eyed his handiwork, a fleeting look of pride in his eyes.

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