Page 763 of The Tempted

Control still intact, hers teetering, she pulls on her other boot and quickly draws the zipper up her leg. Placing both hands on her knees, she opens and closes her legs as she peers at me through her eyelashes.

“Now what, Leather?”

I rise from the chair, reach behind me and pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room. I shove the chair to the side as I unbutton my jeans, carefully unzipping them, all the while I keep my eyes on her beautiful face.

“Now, I fuck you, just as hard as the first time I had your legs spread on this desk. The only difference this time is you’ll be coming just as fucking hard as I do.” Kicking off my jeans I close my hand around my shaft. My cock twitches as I watch her lick her lips and her eyes dip below my waist.

I run my thumb over the head, wiping away the wetness from the tip as she reaches out and grabs a hold of my wrist. Tugging me toward her, she presses my wet thumb between her legs and grinds against me.

My control snaps and I stand between her legs. Taking a fistful of her hair I urge her head back and her body arches against me, dark eyes bore into mine.

“Wrap those legs around me, girl,” I rasp. “Dig those heels into my back,” I ground out.

“Pain,” she whispers.

I press my lips to hers, take her lower lip between my teeth and tug gently before swiping my tongue over the sting easing the ache.

“Just pleasure,” my words whisper across her lips, reassuring her, reminding her where there is pain there is pleasure. For she is the one who showed me—wherever there was pain in my life, she came and brought me pleasure.

Her legs wrap around me as I move my hips back and slam forcefully and deeply inside her, touching her in places she didn’t even know existed. Hearing her gasp, I pause, gathering whatever control I have left and give her a moment to adjust to having me completely invade her. Her heels dig into my ass as her body arches. Her ass slides to the edge of the desk, urging me to continue, to stretch and fill her, to fuck her hard and deep, to rewrite the first time I had her on this desk and feel her come all over my cock.

Sweat drips from my forehead onto her shoulder as I work my hips, gliding my cock in and out of her tight pussy. I struggle to control my rhythm but she makes it hard, clawing at my skin, grinding herself against me, desperate for the high I’m going to give her. There are no words spoken between us, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the slap of skin on skin.

“Give it to me, Blackie,” she cries, grabbing my face. She peers at me through hooded eyes, through the hair that hangs wildly over my eyes, finds my soul and soothes it like only she can.

One look.

That’s all it takes for her to take the reins and make me hers.

I thumb her clit, stroke it to the beat of our song playing inside my head, ringing in my ears.

Knew with you to light my night.

Somehow, I’d get by.

“Get it, girl,” I ground out, thrusting myself as deep as I can, watching in awe as she throws her head back. My name sounds like a prayer when it escapes her lips.

“So fucking pretty,” I murmur as I push deeper, her body clenches all around me and I lose myself buried deep inside the sweet nirvana that is Lace.

Pleasure blinds me as I chase the high she brings, dragging me to bliss—a peaceful place where she’s all I need in this world to get by.

A place I never want to leave.

A place where nothing else matters.

Not even mayhem.

Not even the reaper.

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