Page 84 of Trying Sophie

“Hard. Fast. Aggressive.”

Wait. Did he think wanting it like that wasn’t normal? Or that I wouldn’t welcome a fast, hard fuck? Or was there something more? Something worse?

Ah, shit, I thought, he’s into BDSM.

Which was pretty much where I drew the line on exploring my sexuality. I’d visited a sex club and interviewed a female dom for a story I’d co-written for a U.K. magazine two years ago and I absolutely, positively knew that stuff wasn’t for me.

Intellectually I understood why people were into the lifestyle—craved the release it gave them—but I wasn’t personally turned on by it. Theoretically, I had nothing against having my hands tied up (even though I’d never had anyone ask to do that to me, hence the theoretically), but there was no way in hell some guy was slapping a ball gag on me and flogging me with a cat o’nine tails … or worse.

“How hard?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even, worried he’d reveal that’s exactly what he wanted to do to me.

His steely gaze never faltering, he placed his palms flat on the mattress, caging me in. Eyeing me speculatively, he said, “I want you to ache for me when I’m gone.”

My stomach fluttered and I grew even wetter. It wasn’t like me to be turned on by such crudeness, so the spike of lust I felt over his filthy words was surprising.

He licked his lips, drawing my eyes to them, and I imagined all the wicked ways he could use that mouth on me.

The nervous, fidgeting Declan was gone. Back was the sexy, confidence I loved. This was a man who categorically knew what he wanted and made no apology for it.

“You don’t …” I started but then faltered. As sexy as I found him right this minute, I still needed to clear one thing up. “You won’t hit me, will you?”

I might be down with some light spanking, but no way was I letting him smack me around. Recalling some of what I’d seen at the sex dungeon, I inwardly shuddered.

“No, I don’t hit women Sophie. That’s not … no.” Disgust flashed in his eyes and he took a deep breath and stood. “No, I won’t hurt you like that.”

“Help me understand what I’m signing up for then. You say you like it rough but you won’t hurt me. How do you want it then?”

His eyes locked with mine.

“Me pounding into you, pulling your hair tight in my fist, your neck taught and bared to my teeth. You screaming my name and pulling my hair as you come around me. My cock thrusting mercilessly into your wet cunt until we both shatter with our release.”

I pictured everything he said and felt heat rise in my cheeks and the quickening of my pulse.

“I want to fuck you so hard right now when I’m done you won’t know your own name. But you’ll never forget mine.”

When he eased onto the bed on all fours and slinked toward me, a panther stalking its prey, my heart thumped furiously in my chest. But I wasn’t frightened. I wanted him to fuck me so hard I’d forget my name.

“I want you to fuck me like that too. I want you to leave your mark on me. I want to feel you everywhere, all over my body, and I don’t ever want to stop.”

His mouth a breath away from mine, he whispered against my mouth, “Do you want me to fuck you like that? Do you want it so bad you ache with it?”

My lips parted on a delirious pant and I gave him the truth. “Yes. Just like that.”

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Declan

It tookan epic amount of self-control not to claim her right then, but ’d fantasized about this moment for practically my whole life. This was new to her, but it was the culmination of something profound for me. I wanted to be good enough for her, for her to believe there was more to me than what others whispered behind my back.

I breathed her in, taking my time kissing her skin, savoring her. If anyone could save me from myself, it’d be this woman. If anyone could make me a better man, Sophie would be it. If I couldn’t give her romance and passion, then I was truly a lost cause.

Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I nibbled and her sweet sigh had my cock twitching in my jeans, reminding me how desperately I wanted to slide into her warm, wet heat. I rested my rough, calloused palm against the creamy softness of her skin and when I trailed my mouth from her neck to claim her lips in a hungry kiss, she arched into me.

“More,” she demanded.

I sat back on my heels, pulling her up with me, and forced myself to take a moment to appreciate her beauty. Now that I had her right where I wanted, I needed to linger a little while longer.

“You’re beautiful,” I said reverently, trailing my hand up her middle and over her collarbone where my teeth marks were still visible. “I’ve thought of you like this longer than you’ll ever know.”

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