Page 39 of Colton
Colton shifts in his seat, and my breath catches in my throat. He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You know,” he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure, but my heart is racing, my palms slick with sweat.
“I think about the way you taste,” he continues, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips. “The way you feel beneath me, writhing and gasping as I fuck you.”
I try to look away, to break the spell he’s weaving, but I’m transfixed, helpless against the pull of his intensity.
Slowly, he rises to his feet, his movements fluid. He stalks towards me, his eyes burning with a hunger that makes my breath catch in my throat.
“I think about the way you fight me,” he purrs, coming to a stop in front of me. “The way you try to resist.”
He reaches out, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, his touch sending shockwaves of desire through my body. I should pull away. But I can’t. I’m paralyzed by the art of his seduction.
“You’ll never be free of me,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.
His words sear themselves into my very soul. I know I should fight, resist with every fiber of my being. But the truth is, a part of me doesn’t want to.
A part of me craves his touch, his possession.
“I’ve waited so long for you, and now you’re all mine,” Colton mutters, triggering my desire for him.
Before I can stop myself, I’m reaching for him, my fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt as I pull him closer. Our lips crash together in a scorching kiss, all restraint and reason abandoned in the face of our need.
Colton growls against my mouth, his hands roaming my body with a possessive hunger that sends waves of desire crashingthrough me. He pushes me back onto the couch, his body covering mine in a blanket of heat and muscle.
“That’s it,” he rasps, his lips trailing fiery kisses along my jawline. “Let me own you.”
And at that moment, I do.
I surrender to his darkness, to the twisted desire that binds us together. I let Colton consume me, his touch branding me as his.
He shoves me down onto the cold, hard ground, his eyes filled with a primal hunger that both terrifies and excites me. His hands are rough, tearing at my clothes, exposing my skin to the cool night air. I can feel the heat of his body, the intensity of his need, and it ignites something within me, a burning desire that I can’t deny.
He kisses me, his lips crushing mine, his tongue invading my mouth with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. His hands roam over my body, possessive and demanding, claiming every inch of me as his own. I arch into his touch, my body responding despite my mind’s protests—wanting more, needing more.
His fingers find my nipples, pinching and twisting, sending jolts of pleasure and pain through me.
I gasp, my breath hitching in my chest as he trails kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, leaving marks that will remind me of this moment.
He moves lower, his hands gripping my hips as he spreads my legs, exposing me completely. He stares down at my pussy hungrily, his tongue lapping at his lips like he’s starved. I can feel the cool air against my soaked pussy, and I shiver with anticipation and fear. His eyes meet mine, a dark gaze that holds me captive, daring me to look away.
But I can’t. I won’t.
His fingers trace the sensitive nub between my legs, teasing and tormenting, driving me to the brink of madness. I writhebeneath him, my hips bucking, my body begging for more. He laughs, a low, dangerous sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Mine,” he growls, his voice rough with desire.
And then he shoves himself inside me, his hard length filling me, stretching me, claiming me. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure and pain merging into one intense, exhilarating experience. He moves within me, his thrusts hard and relentless, each one driving me closer to the edge, closer to madness.
I cling to him, my nails raking down his back, leaving marks that will remind him of this moment, of my surrender. His pace quickens, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. I can feel him losing control, the primal need to claim me overwhelming everything else.
Then I shatter, my body convulsing around him as a wave of intense, mind-numbing pleasure sweeps through me.
He follows me over the edge, his body shaking with the force of his release. He collapses against me, his breathing labored.
Fuck!
And as I cling to him, my nails raking down his back, I think,he knows nothing.
