Page 79 of Legendary

I didn’t say anything, I just pressed my teeth together so hard that my ears started ringing. The dresser started swaying back and forth, not enough for it to start shifting off the ground, but just enough for the drawers themselves to start rattling. He removed his fingers from my clit and moved his hand from my throat to the back of my head, tugging at my hair. He was moving a little slower now, but his cock was still so deep, so fucking perfect that I started to close my eyes.

“Dani.” he said in a clipped voice, sending my eyes flying open and blazing into his. “Are you sorry for what you did in there? Are you sorry for rubbing your needy little pussy against someone else?” He hovered his hand over my clit, and I tried to move my hips up to get contact, but he wouldn’t let me.

I decided right then and there I would beg if he wanted me to. My orgasm was so close, and he knew that. We had only had sex a handful of times, but somehow, he understood when I was right at the edge. He knew how to make sure I teetered back and forth never fully going over.

I looked into his eyes and pursed my lips, nodding.

“Be a good girl and say it,” he demanded, unwilling to yield any of the power.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” I obeyed, practically panting. The feeling of his skilled fingers on my clit, the way his cock was rubbing me just right had merealizing I was closer to the edge than I had originally thought.

He pulled my hair, tilting my chin up. He kissed along my neck, letting me grind my core against where he pushed inside of me. “Are. You. Mine?”

I wrapped my other hand around the back of his neck, feeling the cotton of his shirt at my fingertips and brought him even closer to me. I started grinding myself harder against him. He molded himself against my body, causing me to pull my legs up more so that I was now practically in half on the dresser as he hammered away between my legs. His thrusts were persistent and deep as if he wanted to get further inside of me when he was already balls deep and stretching me in a way that nearly had me crying. Our skin slapping together made the most obscene sound, letting anyone who passed by very aware of what was going on.

He pressed his fingers into my hair and pulled my head towards him so that his forehead could rest on mine. Sweat was covering us both, our breathing so uneven that I was surprised we were even able to speak words at this point. “Dani, you don’t answer me, and I’ll leave you like you left me. I’ll leave you begging for my cock, begging me to make you come.”

He was asking me if I was his…his.If I answered him the way I wanted to, how would he feel about it? This whole moment between us was all very abrupt, so would he feel the same about it when we were done and spent? I was always one for a risk, so I dove in headfirst.

“Yes.” I pressed my fingers harder into his back, looking right into his eyes. My sounds were coming out between short breaths.

He started to rub my clit harder, in circular motions, increasing his thrusting at the same time. “Yes, what? Say it louder.”

I caught my breath before he pressed two fingers against my clit and hit the most perfect spot in all of history with his cock buried in me and I gave him what he wanted. “I’m yours, Nick. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!”

“So fucking good.” He kissed me then, lips and teeth clashing as he pounded into me so hard that I’m sure I heard the dresser actually lift off the carpet. And then I felt it, I felt my legs shake and my eyesight begin to blur. My orgasm tore through me violently. I screamed into his mouth as he ground his hips against me through all of it. I felt him tense around me and shudder as he started to come. His cock spasmed inside of me as he let out a grumbledfucking mineagainst my lips and I wrapped my other hand around his neck so that I could pull him against me, deepening the kiss he’d started.

His hair was damp on his forehead as I pulled back. I trailed my fingers into his hair, musing it a little as he looked down at where we were still joined. He blinked a few times as if remembering himself, taking in my spread legs and my dress bunched up at my hips. He looked everywhere butat me, finally pulling out of me slowly, but not moving from in-between my legs.

I squinted, trying to read him. I was trying to get a handle on my breathing when I grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at me. “Nick, don’t spiral please.”

He raised an eyebrow at me and reached out to caress my face. That dominant side of him was placed back in its cage for now. “I’m not.”

“You are.”

He sighed, defeated. “Fine, maybe just a little.”

“Would you like to actually talk about it? Now that you’ve released your tension.” I offered, circling my legs around the backs of his thighs.

“Not really.”

“I think we should.”

Nick groaned, bending down to pull his underwear up but stepped out of his pants and shoes. He tucked his hands under my ass and lifted me off the dresser, carrying me over to the bed. He placed me on top of the comforter and crawled over me to settle down next to me. I turned over to face him and placed my head on his chest. He slowly maneuvered his arm so that he could wrap it around me and started to draw lines on my arm and shoulder.

“You do know that I wasn’t planning on doing anything with Dimitri, right?”

I felt his chest rise and fall, but at the name of my former fling, his heart stuttered.

“For the most part, yeah.”

“But a part of you thought I was about to just pull his dick out right then and there? That’s what you think of me?”

He let out an uncomfortable cough. “No, Dani, of course not, but you have to see it from my side. I let you do your thing and the next thing I see is you straddling some other guy. It’s just not a fun time.”

I pushed my face further into his chest, letting his words sink in and feeling the sincerity in them, “I am sorry and just know that it was never my intention to upset you.” I felt his hand around my arm squeeze me. “You are really easy to get a rise out of. Who would have thought you felt so strongly about me?” I teased.

I felt him press his face into my hair and groan. “Don’t think too much about it.”

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