Page 183 of Upon Buried Embers
“Answer me,” he bites my thigh, eyes so possessive capturing me.
“No.”
“So good at following orders. I’m the only one?” Another finger.
How many now? I don’t even know. I want him to burn me alive in the best way.
“Y-yes,” I gasp, thighs trembling.
“Fuck, look at what you do to me.” I peel my eyes open and look at the desire on his face, but he shakes his head and looks down. “No, look at my cock.”
I gingerly lift up onto my elbows, my arms shaking.
He’s so hard the tip is an angry red, and it’s dripping with precum.
“I did that?” I ask breathlessly.
“Onlyyouhave ever gotten me this hard. Can you see how much I want you? Need you? If I don’t get inside you in the next second I’m going to lose it, and then it’ll hurt. And you’ll cry. I don’t want that, so tell me, Little Whisperer,” he hisses as my pussy squeezes his fingers. “Tell me I can come inside you.” His fingers work in and out of me faster, and I drop back down, moaning. “Tell me before I lose my fucking mind.”
“Please Rohan, I need you inside of me.”
“Fuck!” he growls, and then he’s holding me up by the back of my neck with one hand that’s shaking as much as I am. “You will watch as you take me.”
My hands rest on his shoulders as nerves rise. “Will you fit?”
“I’ll make it fit. Now. Watch as you undo me.”
I look down as he guides the tip of his cock to my entrance. He’s so wide as he presses in, and I wiggle, whimpering with impatience.
I want this.
And I want to want this and I need to have it, even if it’s once, even if this is the last time I’m allowed it.
“Rohan.” My fingers dig into his shoulders as he hits something inside of me, a barrier.
“Stop saying my name, I’m barely holding onto control.”
My eyes flick up to him and his chest is heaving, sweat dripping down the side of his face as he stares between us. But he’s taking too long. I need him inside me.
“Rohan."
“Stop.”
“Rohan, please.”
“Not anotherfuckingword,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“I need you inside me, I need to feel you, I need you to fill— ahh.” I gasp as he does just that, pressing into me on a rough groan until his hips meet mine and pain spears through me, but that’s not why I’m crying.
I got what I wanted.
For the first time in my life, I got what I wanted.
“I told you, didn’t I?” He wipes a tear as I stare up at him, his body trembling. “Fuck.”
“Keep going. More, Rohan. Please.”
“I hurt you.” A look of regret passes over his face. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”
