Page 106 of Devil's Property
I could feel it skittering throughout the room, our connection stronger. I swept my arms across the surface, folding my fingers around the back edge of the desk. From this vantage point, I had a clear view of the raging storm.
It matched exactly the way I felt, tumultuous in every way.
But this was right. I could feel it.
He cracked his hand against my heated bottom several more times before stopping long enough to caress my aching skin.
“My little disobedient wife to be.” He was chuckling under his breath, taunting me because he knew exactly what got me all hot and bothered.
And right now, my pussy was clenching and releasing, juice dripping down both thighs. I couldn’t catch my breath and my pulse was skipping beats. I was a mess and he was playing me like a fiddle.
Using his knee, he pushed my legs further apart, his heavy breathing echoing in my ears. I adored every sound he made, the barbaric growls and grunts reminding me he was such a savage man. Nowmysavage man. In name only? Obviously not.
After four more painful strikes of his hand, he gripped my hips with his fingers. Even the way they were digging into my skin was possessive. Just like the man and everything he touched, every accomplishment. With another dark chuckle, he thrusthard and fast, stretching my muscles until they ached almost as much as my bottom.
I pushed up from the desk, meeting every brutal thrust, but the moment he drove his thumb back into my asshole, I was thrown by the different sensations. My legs were shaking and I couldn’t think clearly. A thick haze had formed around my eyes and even the beautiful display of lightning did nothing to clear my vision.
He slowed his actions, taking his time pumping deep inside. I fell into a sweet lull, finally closing my eyes as he pulled me into another vacuum. Another incredible orgasm slammed into my system. I threw my head back, biting back a scream so as not to awaken my sister.
I took several gasping breaths as the climax tingled every nerve ending. Even my toes curled from the intense rush. As I finally started to come down, I pressed my face into the cool wood. His cock continued to throb, pulsing as much as my heart.
He leaned over, pressing the weight of his body against mine. I was spent, exhausted from everything that I’d been through.
But I sensed the man wasn’t finished with me yet.
“So beautiful yet difficult to control,” he whispered in the husky voice I adored.
“Controlling me… would be… boring.” I laughed softly.
“Nothing about you will ever be boring.” He pulled all the way out, immediately placing the tip against my dark hole.
My muscles had no time to tense. He pushed a couple of inches inside, holding his position while he fisted my hair.
“Oh… My…” I couldn’t put a coherent sentence together if I tried. He tugged on my head, pulling me up until I palmed the surface. When he plunged another couple of inches inside, he hit the tight ring.
“I want you filled with my cum. I want it covering every inch of your body. That means I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
I watched our reflection in the window, the shadows created reminding me of the night in the club. With a smile on my face, I shuddered when he thrust the reminder inside. As with the spanking, there was a blast of pain, but it quickly gave way to a fulfilling feeling, warmth spreading through me like wildfire.
My muscles pulsed against him, the thrum of blood coursing through my veins red hot. He pulled all the way out, taking his time to slide back inside. The slow and easy motions lulled me into a hypnotic state. He kept his firm hold on my hair, using it as a leash as he rolled onto the balls of his feet.
The switch in the angle was incredible and within seconds, I was gasping for air all over again.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.” His entire body was tense and he developed a perfect rhythm, even cracking his hand against my bottom several more times. Just a reminder that he’d laid claim to all of me.
As he continued fucking me, I finally closed my eyes. Beads of perspiration tickled my hairline and every muscle was quivering.
I had no idea how long he continued, but his stamina was incredible, the force driving me into the edge of the desk. He was the kind of man who refused to take no for an answer, but right now, that’s exactly what I craved.
“So tight,” he muttered. “So hot.”
I met every hard thrust, squeezing my muscles every few seconds. I sensed the moment when he couldn’t hold back any longer. When he collapsed over me, he intertwined his fingers with mine. Together our breathing was labored, but for the first time, it truly felt as if our hearts were as one.
Was it possible to fall in love with the man you’d hoped would die by your hands? Evidently so, because there was no question of how I felt or what I needed.
Him.
Maybe this was all wrong, a delicate push and pull in a relationship that would eventually shatter, but right now, it was everything I wanted.
