Page 33 of Driven by Desire

He didn’t fucking care that she was saying his name in protest. That she was afraid and half-heartedly trying to stop him. He loved the way she said his name and then “please” after. It sounded like she was begging him and, fuck yeah, he liked the sound of that on her lips. He wanted her to beg him. They would get there. Soon. Once he’d slaked his lust on her body a few times and brought the raging hunger under control. He would be calm enough to show her exactly what he was capable of giving her in bed. She would never want him to stop. She would wonder why she was so afraid to begin with. Then she would say his name and beg him for more, forming those words with those too sexy lips in something other than fear.

But now… now… as she struggled against him, her naked body wiggling in all the right places, he only saw a green light. He picked her up, took the necessary step to the bed and threw her into the mattress. She let out a yell and rolled onto her belly. She tried to climb onto her hands and knees and crawl away from him, but the view of her ass and pussy from behind only inflamed him further.

He shook his head, trying to remind himself that he wasn’t a beast. That he usually had enough finesse to ensure his sexual partners enjoyed themselves. He took hold of her waist in a bruising grip and jerked her back toward him. Her arms flew out from under her and she landed on her chest in the bedding. He buried his face in her ass from behind, inhaling the scent of her pussy.

Heaven.

She froze at the first stroke of his tongue. Probably because she had been expecting a brutal assault, not the ravaging but pleasurable touch of a tongue against her clit. He explored each fold of her pussy while she whimpered and squirmed underneath him, until he finally sat back and spanked her ass cheek with enough force to draw a scream from her.

“Stop trying to get away from me or I will tie you down.”

He flipped her over, pinned her arms over her head and glared down at her. Her wide luminous eyes stared back at him, begging him for something. His lust fogged brain tried to understand what she wanted. More time? Slow down? Impossible. His body was on fire for her.

"Stop fighting. Just feel." He tapped the side of her head with two fingers. "Stop thinking so much. Stop thinking about my reputation."

"The things you can do to people..." she whispered up at him. “I’ve heard things.”

"I won't do that to you," he promised fiercely. "I will never touch you that way."

"But you might hurt me.” She arched her body underneath him as though to get away, but only managed to press her naked body further into him. He grimaced and tensed, trying to hold himself back from savagely ripping into her.

He didn't want to lie to her. It was inevitable that he would hurt her. She was willful, head strong and loved to throw herself into dangerous situations. "Hurt, yes, probably,” he said as softly as he could. She shivered underneath him. "But break, never. I want you whole, gorgeous girl.”

"I'm scared of you,” she admitted.

He nodded. It was what he thought he wanted. Now he wasn't sure. He ran his fingers down her cheek. "Just feel, Riley. I can make this good for you. Will you let me?"

Her eyes shimmered luminous in the early morning light. She didn't have a choice. He was giving her a reprieve from the anger and punishment he had felt when she ran from him with his damn car. He was willing to make their first time together good for her if she stopped fighting him.

Finally, she nodded and forced her body to relax. Something inside his chest, something he didn’t know existed, loosened and melted for the woman underneath him. He would make it good for her if it killed him.

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