Page 52 of Purity

“Because you want to…” My lips close. Why can’t I get the words out when I think he’ll like them?

I gasp when he yanks my head back and presses a kiss against my neck. “You can say it. Tell me why I’m chasing you.”

“You want to fuck me.”

He groans against my neck. “Good girl.” He slides his hand along my thigh and up under my shirt before settling on my belly. The warmth of his skin sends a tingle into my groin. “Tell me more.”

Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe he’s talking to me like this.

“In my fantasy,” I say, “you’re a stranger, but it’s you. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yes.” His voice is rough.

“I’m running for my life, because I’m not really sure what you’re going to do to me.”

“What are you afraid I’m going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

He squeezes my neck, and I let out a gasp. “Yes, you do. Be a good girl and tell me.”

I swallow. “I’m not sure if you’re going to fuck me or hurt me, and for some reason, knowing it could be either one really turns me on.”

He groans, and the sound drifts over my body like warm water. Goodness, he really likes this, and here I thought I was a deviant for even thinking it.

His fingers slip into my pants, and my gut clenches as they trail their way downward, stopping just at the edge of my underwear. “What do I do when I finally catch you?” he asks.

I open my mouth and shut it, wincing afterward. “This is the really embarrassing part.”

“Tell me, Angel.” His warm breath tickles my ear. When he slips his hand into my underwear and settles his fingers on my clit, the breath leaves my lungs in a rush. “I’ll reward you.”

His fingers start to move, and I’m lost. Lost like I am at night when I escape to this dark, primitive world that provides my only wild escape from my pristine life.

“You pin me down by the arms and press your hips against mine,” I say, “so I can’t move. You tell me I can try to get away, but you won’t let me. And then you shove yourself inside me.”

“Oh fuck, Livvy.” His voice is a rasp. When he starts rubbing me lighter and more quickly, I whimper. “Is this really what you think about?”

Hot shame washes over me suddenly. When I try to pull away, he squeezes my neck firmly. “I didn’t mean that as a judgment. It makes me crazy to know you think about these things. Can you feel me right now?” When he moves his hips forward, something hard and sharp presses against my butt. “If I had known this years ago, I would have devoured you.”

“You don’t think it’s kind of a deviant fantasy?”

He presses a hard kiss against my cheek. “No, I really don’t. You’re not hurting anyone. It’s just for you. And now that you’ve shared it with me, it’s making me lose my mind. Tell me more.”

The lull of his voice is both comforting and erotic at once. It took me years to realize there’s something deeply titillating about being forced to do the thing I desperately wanted but was always forbidden.

I lean my back into his shoulder. “You cover my mouth to make sure I don’t make a sound.”

His groan is almost pained. “Because you’d be loud. I know you’d be loud.” His lips graze my cheek, and the pace of his fingers grows more rapid, making my stomach grow taut.

“I don’t know if I’d be loud. I’m not loud when I touch myself. I only make a sound when I…”

When he halts the movement of his fingers, I hunch forward.

“Say it,” he commands. “Say it.”

Oh God, I love this. I love having him order me to do the things that have always made me scared and ashamed. I thrust my hips to get more of the touch I crave.

“No.” He withdraws his fingers further. “Not until you say it.”

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