Page 200 of Fractured Devotion
“And you always enjoy giving it,” I counter.
She laughs, low and sultry. “I missed this,” she purrs, rising and stalking toward me.
Her hands slide up my chest before dropping one hand to unbuckle my belt with nimble fingers.
“But you’ll have to earn it, Kade.”
Her breath catches as I pull her closer, our mouths colliding in a kiss that burns hot and sharp. She tastes of whiskey and danger, her tongue sliding against mine with eager precision.
“I missed this,” she whispers again between kisses, tugging my belt free with practiced ease.
“Then you’ll take every bit of me tonight,” I growl.
I shove her back onto the velvet chaise, her silk dress slipping up her thighs to reveal smooth skin and the hint of lace underneath.
“Keep your hands where I can see them,” I order, my voice rough.
She obeys, lifting her arms above her head, her eyes dark with hunger.
I take my time, dragging my gloved fingers along her inner thighs, teasing her, and watching her writhe beneath my touch.
“Still so eager to be used,” I murmur, my tone laced with mockery.
She moans, arching into my hand, her breath shallow. “I want it all, Kade. I want to feel you break me.”
I smirk, unbuckling my pants fully and freeing myself, hard and ready. “Then you’ll take everything I give.”
I pull her panties aside and slide my fingers through her slick heat, feeling just how ready she is.
“Dripping already,” I taunt, circling her clit with steady, controlled strokes.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice wrecked.
“Not yet.”
I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, pushing just enough to make her whimper. “You’ll beg properly.”
“Please, Kade,” she pleads, her voice breaking. “Please, fuck me. I need it.”
I slam into her in one deep, brutal thrust, drawing a guttural moan from her lips.
“That’s it,” I growl, gripping her hips as I thrust harder and deeper.
She cries out, her body shaking with every punishing movement.
“You’re mine tonight,” I snarl, biting down on her shoulder and leaving a mark.
She clings to me, her nails raking down my back as I take her, rough and relentless.
I flip her onto her knees, dragging her back against me, her body pliant and trembling with expectation.
“Ready for more?” I rasp, my breath hot and harsh against her ear, letting her feel the threat in my voice.
“Yes,” she gasps, her voice wrecked with need, her back arching to invite me in deeper.
I slide back inside her in a slow-burn glide, savoring the way her body clenches around me, then thrust in hard, setting a punishing pace, the sharp slap of our bodies filling the room.
She cries out, her moans growing louder with each deep, brutal drive.
