Page 363 of Hell Hath No Fury
"Jules. Jules!"
He seized me, spinning me around until my back pressed against the fence, his fingers tangling in my hair.
"I never promised you forever," he growled, crowding into my space.
Heat crashed between us. Defiant and proud, I refused to look away first.
"I never asked for it," I told him, my voice like ice.
His thumb pressed against the wildly beating pulse point on my neck. "You scared of me?"
Slowly I shook my head. His hand shifted, wrapping around my throat.
"What about now?" he asked, his breath hot against my cheeks.
"Should I be?"
He ran his free hand down my side to the skirts of my dress, slipping a hand under.
"Perhaps," he murmured, his fingers stroking up my outer thigh. "Depends on the mood I'm in."
Boldly, I widened my stance, allowing him greater access to my body.
Gazes locked in a silent battle, we both stilled when his fingers found the evidence of his release soaking my inner thighs.
"You like this?" he asked, running fingers through his spend. "You like me marking you?"
My breath hitched as his thumb began to run along my slit, teasing my overly sensitive skin.
"Is that what you wanted?"
I reached out to fist his vest, the leather warm against my skin determined to shove him away.
He cupped my mound. "Maybe I need to show you again?"
His finger parted me, finding my clit once more.
"Pope…." My eyes closed to half-mast, my head falling back against the metal fence. "Stop. I have to go."
"One more," he murmured, stepping into my body. His lips grazed my neck, his teeth dragging across my skin. "Just one more for the road."
Torn between ecstasy and agony, I submitted to his seduction.
"Good girl," Pope praised as my hips lifted, tiny pants and whimpers slipping from between my parted lips. "That's it, Jules. Let me make you feel good. Let me hear you, Little Red."
I groaned, clutching at him, desperate to please the devil whispering in my ear.
"Ben." His name slipped free before I could wind it back.
Pope froze.
"Please," I begged, my hips hitching. "Please, Pope. I need—"
His mouth covered mine, silencing me.
In the dark, he worked my body, his fingers playing across my clit, forcing from me sounds I’d never before made.
My hips began to shift as my orgasm loomed, my body ready for the pleasure he was about to give.
