Page 5 of Crave

I began to shake so hard, his grip tightened. But still, he waited, looming over me, nostrils slightly flared, dark eyes glittering with lust and a raw wanting that ripped down every defense I’d tried to build.

“Tell me, Landon. Tell me what you really want.”

I gave up and surrendered my body, my soul, and my heart.

“I want you. I want everything you promised. I want it all.”

His mouth slammed over mine, his lips bruising, tongue thrusting between my eager lips and taking over. I could only hold on and surrender completely, helpless under the dominating, drowning kiss. Gasping for breath, he finally set me fully on my feet and stepped back.

I swayed, staring at him as if I’d just surfaced from an ocean storm and fell onto the sand. With careful, deliberate steps, he retreated until he stood across the room beside the bed.

“Come to me.”

I took a shaky step forward, but he put up one hand, halting me in my tracks. “No. Not like that, princess.”

A slow, seductive smile tipped his lips. His eyes glittered with heat and demand and a hunger that stole my breath.

“Crawl.”

Chapter Three

Adam

Listen to Pretty Please

by Dua Lipa

Iwatched her face carefully for any type of horror, resentment, or fear. But I only saw the flicker of shock replaced by a raw need that had her sweet body tightening.

With arousal.

Relief loosened my muscles. I leaned casually against the wall while I enjoyed her struggle with societal restrictions before allowing herself to give in. To me.

Only to me.

Because after tonight, I was fucking done with pretending or backing off. Landon belonged to me. She was made for me; my twin soul of beauty and darkness, and I refused to let her run. It was all over now. This time, if she spooked, I’d track her down, destroy anyone or anything that separated us, and claim her. I swore I’d be her greatest protection and biggest fear. Life was brutal and I’d learned early there was a dual reality one neededto make peace with in order to flourish. Pain and pleasure. Ugliness and beauty. Hatred and love. Fulfill all and the world balanced, cracking open to reveal the best and worst of us.

It was time I taught Landon my world.

I swept my gaze over her gorgeous curves, memorizing each expression flickering across her face. Her teeth reached for her lower lip. Her head tilted slightly, staring back as if wondering if I’d really given her such a command, and wondering if she’d really obey.

It was a yes to both. My scarred soul sang.

“I won’t ask again. Get on all fours and crawl. To me.”

She swallowed. Eyed me cautiously. And then in a glorious surrender that made me want to get on my own knees to worship her, she dropped to the dirty floor. Placing both palms flat, she spread her knees wide, tossed her head back, and glared. Refusing to bow, she took my order and twisted it to her own satisfaction. She crawled to me, inch by inch, holding my stare, that glorious hair spilling around her, heavy breasts swaying, cleavage on full display from her low-cut shirt.

My cock hardened painfully. My fingers itched to rip her clothes off, touch her everywhere and fuck her so hard, she’d barely be able to walk. I needed to ruin her so she’d never doubt I was the one who gave her everything she needed.

It took all my strength to keep my position and just watch. But I knew she needed something, so I reached down and stroked my erection, showing her how bad I wanted her.

She practically purred like a lioness when she reached my bare feet. Sitting back on her knees, she regarded me under thick lashes, swiping her tongue over her bitten lower lip. “Do I call you Sir? Lord and Master? Are we playing Fifty Shades or Nine and a Half Weeks?”

I loved her mouthiness and attitude. I could never be with someone too subservient, because half the fun of a womansurrendering was the trust and care needed to soothe her; the work and effort needed to command properly, until she offered all of herself, naked and vulnerable, like a beautiful sacrifice. All the women before her had been for one single purpose.

To lead me to Landon.

“What a good girl you are,” I crooned, lowering my hand to grasp her hair. I stroked and pet, then gathered the silky strands loosely in my fist. “This is no book or movie. This is me and you, making our own rules. But if you let me, I promise to satisfy every fantasy you ever had—all the ones you refused to tell. All the ones you refused to admit existed.”

---