Page 34 of Accidentally Fudging the Beast
"Hey," he says, catching my chin. "Look at me, Dani. I love watching you crack and fall apart for me."
I do…only to immediately whimper. The look in his eyes is pure possession.
He kisses me again, then bites my lip, just hard enough to make me gasp his name.
"Christ, I need you," he says, his voice rough as he grins against me, hard and desperate. "Now."
"Then take me." I have no shame left. With him, I'm not sure I ever had anyto begin with.
He drops me onto the bed with a bounce, then follows, pinning me with his hips. He doesn't bother with my dress. He just yanks my panties down to my knees.
"Keep them on," he orders, his smile dark and wicked.
I shiver, more turned on than I've ever been in my life.
He unzips his pants, just enough to free himself, then lines up at my entrance, teasing me with the head of his cock. He drags it through my folds, getting us both slick. I'm squirming and desperate when he pushes in with a single, perfect thrust.
I nearly come apart at the first stroke.
He moves in deep, measured thrusts, watching my face intently. His hands are everywhere—my waist, my hips, my throat, my mouth. He kisses me every time he bottoms out, making sure I feel him everywhere.
Outside, I hear the faint thump of holiday music, the clatter of dishes, and the shouts of kids in the hallway. Inside, it's just Trent—heat, pressure, and the low growl of his voice in my ear.
"You feel so fucking good," he groans, fucking into me harder now. Every time he slams into me, I feel him in my soul, possessing it. Laying waste to any defenses I ever had. "God, you were made for me, Dani."
I arch, digging my nails into his back, desperate for more. I want everything he has, over and over again. He gives it to me, pounding harder, rougher, until the headboard rattles against the wall.
He bites my shoulder, not gentle, but not mean, either. "Goddamn, Dani baby," he groans. "I could fuck you like this forever."
"Trent," I whimper in response, the sound muffled by his hand.
He slows, then stops, buried deep inside me.
"Tell me you want me to make you come on my cock," he whispers.
"I want you," I pant, half delirious.
"Say it all, Sunshine."
He doesn't play fair, but right now, I don't even care.
"I want you to make me come on your cock," I gasp. "I want it so damn badly it hurts." I nearly choke on the truth. "I've wanted you all over me for months."
He groans, then pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.
I come instantly, the orgasm crashing through me so hard I nearly black out. It feels so good, pure ecstasy rushing through my veins in a torrent of sound and sensation.
He follows with a groan, his hips jerking, and his arms locked tight around my waist. He bites my neck again as he spills into me, marking me, making sure I know I'm his.
Afterwards, we collapse onto the bed, panting, sweating, a tangle of wrinkled clothes and clinging limbs.
He props himself on one elbow, looking down at me with a softness in his eyes that nearly undoesme.
"You're the only thing I've ever wanted," he says, brushing sweaty hair off my forehead.
I almost say it—I almost blurt out the three words that have been building since the first moment I saw him. But I catch myself just in time, biting my tongue.
"Enough to threaten your teammates, apparently," I say instead.
