I arched into her, taking her hard but devotedly.
She gasped as I thrust into her and moaned with frustration as I refused to go too far.
The bed tapped against the wall with our every rock.
“Henri…please.”
Her plea was too similar to my dreams when she refused to wake up.
I withdrew and plunged back inside her. “Here. Have me. Take every piece.”
Her hands landed on my ass, pulling me harder against her. “You’re holding back.”
“Ily, stop.” I groaned. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Even if I beg?”
My blood heated with black. “Especiallyif you beg.” I captured her mouth and kissed her. Shutting her up. Silencing her temptation.
My pace increased until our hearts thundered, and the sounds of sex echoed around us.
This wasn’t just missionary. Despite my attempts at being kind, threads of dominion worked its way between us.
I used her all while loving her.
She fought me all while staying quiet.
Having her here. Being inside her.
Fuck, I reached that pinnacle far too quickly.
“Come with me,” I grunted, thrusting faster, deeper.
“I don’t think I can without—”
“I’m not going to hurt you,mon cœur.” Reaching between her legs, I rubbed her clit. “I’m going to worship you every damn day from now on.”
“You can worship me and—”
“Stop talking and come for me. I want to feel you shatter.”
Her eyes closed and her brow furrowed.
I waited for her to try to break my resolve again.
But then she went submissive beneath me, granting every inch of her sovereignty to me.
Merde.
A lightning bolt in my veins.
The wickedest surge of power.
I grunted with despair. “Ily…don’t. Please don’t make me hurt you.”
Her eyes flared, locking onto mine.
Whatever she saw inside me made her wince. Cupping my cheek, she bit her bottom lip and nodded. “Fuck me, Hen. I’ll come for you.”