Page 54 of The Ruler
I grabbed her hands to pin them next to her head and held her right where I wanted her.
Pearl’s chest was lifting up and down from our struggle and her eyes were blazing with anger.
“You talk too much,” I whispered and lowered my lips to almost touch hers. “But I don’t worry about tomorrow, I just want what feels good today.”
“You promised you wouldn’t rape me,” she reminded me in a harsh tone.
“Uh-huh,” I ground myself against her, not trying to hide the hard erection that was barely contained in my briefs. “But there are gray zones to that promise.”
“No!”
“Kissing, isn’t raping, is it?” I asked and placed a soft kiss on her collarbone.
“And what about rubbing against you like this?” I pushed rhythmically against her soft spot and color spread on her face.
“Khan,” she groaned. “Stop it.”
“Why?” I teased. “Because it feels good and you want to stay an angel?” I circled my hips again and again, enjoying the feel of her warm body underneath mine.
“Pearl,” I whispered and lowered myself to whisper in her ears. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? My large body between your thighs and my hard cock rubbing against you?”
Her breathing was uneven and she lay stiff as a board.
“Did you fantasize about me pushing inside you?” I whispered and gently bit her earlobe. “Or wonder what it would feel like to kiss me passionately like they do in the books you’ve been reading?”
“Stop,” she pleaded meekly, but I was horny and mercilessly planted kisses along her jaw, moving toward her lips.
“You want to kiss me,” I said. “You want to know what it feels like.”
I was right, because the moment I kissed her, she kissed me back. The angel was falling, and fire erupted in my belly as I pulled her further down to my darkness by pressing my loins harder against her, imagining that I was penetrating her sweet body for real.
“Ohh,” she moaned and I changed from pinning her hands to merging my fingers with hers.
“You want more?” I asked hoarsely, and from the way she arched up against me I concluded that was a yes.
I was clumsy and frantic when I tore off her underwear and spread her legs again. It was like my mind was clouded by one goal only. To get inside her.
“Tell me you want it,” I asked her, shoving down my briefs and letting my cock spring free.
If she answered, I didn’t hear it. With a mind clouded by arousal, I lay down on her again trying to find her entrance with my painful hard erection.
“Lie still,” I muttered and jerked her body back into position with two rough hands on her hips, refusing to acknowledge that she was wriggling for a reason.
“Stop.” Her plea reached me as I finally found the right place and pushed the tip of my cock inside her.
“What?” It was torture to hold back when I wanted nothing more than to push all the way in.
“Stop,” she repeated and I saw tears in her eyes.
“Please,” I whispered and leaned my forehead against hers. “Please, Pearl, I’m begging you.”
“No,” she whispered with emotions spilling over in those fucking gorgeous eyes of hers. “You could get me pregnant.”
“I don’t care. I fuckingneedyou.” It was the truth; my entire body was shaking with need and my cock was throbbing from the pain of holding back.
“Please,” I whispered, pained, and moved a tiny bit further in. She stiffened but didn’t stop me.
Closing my eyes in the overwhelming feeling of stimulated nerve endings and erogenous zones, I moaned out in deep pleasure.
