Page 23 of Trick Me
I tilt my head. “Say what?”
“You know what,” he growls.
Help me, but I do. “Yes, Master.”
That grin turns lethal. “I fucking love that.”
Before I can catch another breath, he moves—swift and sure. He lifts me into his arms, lays me down on the jacket he’d spread earlier, and stretches out over me like he belongs there. Like I’m his.
“You don’t need control,” he breathes, kissing the center of my chest. “You need to be adored.”
He kneels between my thighs and pushes my legs up and open, high and wide, exposing everything. The cool air grazes my inner thighs, but it’s nothing compared to the heat in his gaze.
His hand slides down between my legs, and he groans.
“You’re gushing,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Drenched. Fucking perfect.”
Two fingers slide inside me without warning, slick sounds echoing as he pumps them deep, watching my face twist with pleasure. My hips rise to meet him, desperate for more, and I cry out, panting.
“You’re ready to be taken,” he growls. “So I will.”
The pressure disappears, and I moan at the loss.But then he’s there, his cock, heavy and rock solid once more, nudging against my entrance.
The stretch when he presses in is sharp and brutal and perfect. There’s no teasing. No slow slide. He sinks into me in one deep, claiming thrust, and my breath punches out of my lungs.
I clutch the jacket beneath me, body arching, needing more even as I reel from the fullness.
“Let me fuck that innocence from you,” he snarls.
“Master—don’t be gentle,” I gasp, grinding up to meet him, dizzy with need. “Please.”
He drives into me harder, deeper, and every inch of him rubs me in all the ways I didn’t know I craved. My thighs shake as he sets a punishing rhythm, and all I can do is take it.
“You were made for this,” he pants, voice harsh and trembling. “Tightest fucking body I’ve ever had.”
I groan, loud and wanton, completely lost. “I’m yours,” I whisper. “I’m so yours. I’ll never forgive you unless you fuck me so deep I forget my name.”
He chuckles. One hand grips my throat, not to choke, just to hold, and he leans closer, sweat dripping down his temples as he slams into me again.
“I want to ruin you,” he growls, dark and reverent. “I want to own every breath you take.”
“You do,” I choke out, body thrumming with pleasure. “Master, I want that too.”
I don’t know when the tears start falling. Fromoverstimulation. From the release building too fast. From the way this man is dragging me to pieces and putting me back together with every thrust.
He fucks me harder, and I can’t stop the scream that tears from my throat. Slick is everywhere, dripping down my thighs, coating his cock. The sounds are obscene and relentless. My back arches, clenching, orgasm ripping through me so violently I swear I black out for a second.
He doesn’t stop.
“I’m on the draea charm pill,” I breathe, dazed.
His hips stutter. “I wasn’t going to pull out unless you really wanted me to.”
And then he groans, lowering his body flush against mine, pounding into me with a hunger that burns. His mouth finds my neck. “This is the start of everything we were meant to be.”
My body quakes beneath him, raw and soaked, and I feel myself spiraling again, clenching around him as he fucks me through it.
His lips graze my ear as he whispers, “I was sent here to find my mate.”
