Page 181 of His To Erase
“You wanted wild,” he rasps against my ear. “You’re about to fucking get it.”
He kicks my feet wider, grabbing both my wrists and yanks them behind my back—pinning them in one rough hand. My chest slams back to the counter, cheek flattened to the cold marble, while my legs are spread open and shaking.
His free hand grips my ass, hard enough to bruise. Holding me like he’s staking a fucking claim.
“Look at this fuckable little ass,” he growls. “You were made for this. Made to take my cock with your face down and your body dripping like it’s starving for me.”
He leans in closer and I can feel his breath hot against my neck, the threat of his voice curling around every frayed nerve ending I’ve got. I can barely think straight.
“You think I was just gonna fuck your pussy and let the rest of you walk away?” he mutters darkly. “No dear, I’m taking all of you.”
His palm spreads me open. Exposing everything. Making me feel so nervous, I start to sweat.
“I’m going to fuck this ass,” he breathes. “Make you take every inch until you’re sobbing—until you’re begging to come with my cock so deep you forget your fucking name.”
My breath stutters and I buck my hips. No fucking way am I about that. But I can’t help the hunger that crashes through me at hearing him say it though. It’s all I can do not to scream. I’ve never done that. Never even considered it. I for sure don’t want to start now.
I bite down hard, trying to swallow the moan rising in my throat. The moment his fingers slide lower, brushing over that tight, forbidden part of me, my whole body jolts.
“Scared?” he taunts, keeping his voice low.
My pulse slams behind my ribs.Yes, actually. I’m terrified.I don’t even know what I’d do if he—my thoughts cut off as his fingers return, slowly teasing.
“Relax,” he murmurs, mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m not gonna take it tonight.”
Relief hits me hard… until his next words shatter it. “But I am going to play with it. Just enough to make your pussy clench for me.”
I whimper as his slick fingers slide lower again, one hand still wrapped tight around my wrists, the other spreading me open like he’s mapping out all the places I’ve hidden.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes, as his fingers tease the place that makes my entire body go still. “You’re safe. Even when I’m fucking ruining you.”
Fuck.
That’s what undoes me. Not the filth. Not the way my body’s trembling. I’m soaked and stretched to the edge of breaking, but it’s the truth in his voice. That brutal, terrifying certaintythat he’ll tear me apart—and still be the one who puts me back together after.
My throat tightens, but I exhale, loosening my jaw, the fight bleeding from my legs inch by inch.
“I trust you,” I whisper. It’s not a declaration. It’s a surrender. I feel it when he hears me—I feel the shift in the way his body stills behind me.
His fingers drag through my wet pussy again—only deeper this time, slow and claiming.
“You want me to be gentle?” His cock presses against my entrance, thick and throbbing.
I shake my head.
“Then stop pretending you’re not mine.”
He presses deeper and his thumb still teases that forbidden edge, making my whole body shake.
“…you want out, you say the word. Otherwise? I’m not holding back.”
A strangled sound claws out of my throat, but I still don’t tell him to stop. Because I can’t. My body’s already gone rogue—arching like it doesn’t care that I’ve never done this before.
“Steven—” His name slips out like a prayer and a warning.
Panic and arousal fuse, twisting into something feral. There’s no denying how soaked I am for him. I’m so fucking close to begging for something I swore I’d never let anyone take.
“See that?” he growls. “That panic? That need? That’s where I live, dear. Right in the space where you don’t know if you want to run or beg.”
