Page 37 of Legacy
She shakes her head.
Of course not. I knew. But I wanted her to say it.
“I go slow,” I murmur thrusting in to her slowly. “I watch you. You give me everything I need to know. If I don’t like what I see, if you flinch,if you hesitate—it stops. Understand?”
She nods again, biting her lip.
“Scarlet,” I warn, a small growl in my throat. “I don’t play with obedience.”
“I understand,” she says, a little breathless. “I trust you.”
Fuck.
That does something to me.
My fingers tighten, just a little.
She gasps, hips lifting to meet me, and I feel it,she likes this.
Shereallylikes this.
Her pussy clenches around my cock and I thrust harder.
Her hands drag down my back, nails biting, and she moans my name like it’s a confession.
I thrust again deep, hard and purposeful, my grip tightening as I feel her heartbeat against my palm.
She’s shaking under me. Not from fear. From need.
“You take it so well,” I praise, eyes locked on hers.
Her eyes flutter closed.
She feels safe, I can feel it under my hand, the way her pulse steadies, the way her pussy drips.
And sheissafe beneath me, under my control, wrapped in the hands of a man who would burn the fucking world if anyone ever touched her like this again.
She’s mine.
“Open your eyes,” I rasp against her mouth.
She obeys.
“Look at me while I wreck you.”
I fuck her harder adding more pressure against her throat and she unravels.
Her pussy pulsing around my cock, clenching tight. It pulls me overboard with her, my hand loosens and she gasps.
I bury my face in to her neck and groan out her name as I come.
Fuck.
I’m gone.
Her body’s still trembling beneath me.
Her pussy fluttering around my cock like she’s still trying to pull me deeper, to take more.
