Page 91 of Meet Me In The Dark
“Please,” I whisper.
He stills for a single beat before slamming into me in one brutal thrust.
My forehead hits the glass as he fills me completely,stretching me so deep I forget how to breathe.
“Jesus,” I hiss.
He doesn’t move, but his voice is right at my ear. “You think that mouth’s going to scare me off? You’ve been driving me insane for months. I like when you fight me.”
Then he pulls almost all the way out and drives back in hard enough to make the hinges rattle.
I gasp again, voice breaking on the cry of his name, and he groans at the sound of it tearing from my lips.
His hand slides up my body, pressing flat between my shoulder blades to pin me to the glass as he starts to move. It’s slow at first, but each thrust of his hips becomes more punishing. Wet skin slaps wet skin, and every inch of him demands I remember who’s inside me.
“You feel that?” he pants against my neck. “That’s mine. You understand me?”
I bite my lip so hard it stings.
“Say it.”
“Yours,” I cry out.
He tightens his grip on my jaw. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Yours,” I snap. “All yours, you fucking asshole.”
He groans, hips snapping harder. “Good girl.”
His.
But I own him right back, and he knows it.
It’s with that realization that he angles his hips and slams into a spot that has my eyes rolling back. My hand slaps against the glass for balance, and my knees start to buckle.
“Look at me.”
When I refuse to give in, he spins me until my back hits the tile. My legs wrap around his waist on instinctas he lifts me and drives back into me without pause.
My nails drag down his shoulders, leaving red marks he seems to relish.
“Look. At. Me,” he grits out when my head falls back.
I do, because how could I not?
His hair is dripping, jaw clenched, eyes so dark they’re nearly black. Every muscle is taut as if he’s about to break, but he refuses to go first.
The next thrust shatters me.
My legs tremble as the orgasm rips through me, white-hot and consuming.
“Jesus fuck,” he snarls, his hands digging into my ass as he slams into me again, chasing his own release.
My muscles are still spasming when he follows me over the edge with a guttural groan.
One final thrust, another, and then he’s buried deep.
Steam curls around us.
