Page 152 of At the Edge of Surrender

He straightened, standing tall, a tower that shrouded, that menacing body vibrating with severity as he stared down at me. Every inch of him was hard, his muscles bowing and flexing as he held himself in restraint.

“Don’t worry, Little Warrior. Going to give you what you need.”

“Please,” I whimpered.

“You don’t have to beg. That’s what I’m here for.”

He climbed down onto his knees, and he spread his palms over the tops of my thighs and rode them upward.

“That’s what these hands are for. To bring you pleasure. You can trust in that. I’ll never fucking hurt you. Will adore you every second that you’ll allow me.”

I couldn’t even process the promises he was making. The way his words whispered over me like a dream and sank deep into the fractured pieces of my heart.

Couldn’t fully fathom him flicking the button on my shorts.

I merely rode the wave of it.

Lifting my hips and helping him push both my shorts and underwear off my hips.

He dragged them down my legs, hissing as he went.

“So damned perfect. These sexy as fuck legs. Way you drove me out of my mind in these little shorts all day.” He grunted it as he dragged the fabric free, then he propped my feet on the edges of the cushion.

Exposing me.

And I wanted to be.

With him.

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

Free.

“Spent hours imagining getting to all the sweetness hidden underneath. Wondering the whole time if you were aching for me. If you were wet.”

He leaned up high on his knees, those magic eyes on me as he pushed two big fingers inside me.

A moan raked free, and I arched, my nails raking across the leather arms of the chair.

“Fucking drenched,” he rumbled. “So fucking drenched and needy. Did you need me, Little Warrior? Did you need me to show you how good it can be? Way I’d make you feel if you let go with me?”

“Yes. Yes, I need you.”

What was I saying?

But it was out, the haggard words trembling into the lust-addled air.

“I’m right here. Fucking yours.”

He started to drive them inside me, my back hitched to the chair as he pressed them in so deep.

I rocked and writhed as he worked me into a stupor that had me completely spinning apart.

Wound so tight I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Lose myself.

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