Page 40 of Beneath the Surface

“Rough.” The word tumbles out before I can give it a second thought, and while maybe I should be embarrassed admitting my fantasies, I’m too turned on to care.

He smirks, and it sends a thrill spiraling through me. I’ve never told anyone what I think about when I’m at the height of my own pleasure, and I know that after the high wears off, I’ll come back down to earth and I’ll be disgusted with myself. With my sick thoughts, stemming from something that happened once upon a time.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Still, Alex makes me feel safe. Makes me feel like he can be trusted. The pulsing of my clit, and the throbbing of my womb has me whispering more secrets than I intended to spill in the space between us.

He pulls back, staring down at me, his eyes flaring with so much heat they singe my soul.

His hips press into mine, the thick outline of his cock lining up perfectly against my center.

My heart rams against my ribs, and the little bit of logic I had left flees, replaced with the anticipation of him giving me what I want.

What I need.

His lips dip down again, his teeth biting into my collarbone hard enough to bruise, and he thrusts.

“Oh,God,” I pant.

“There’s no God here, little bird. It’s just you and me.”

His palm runs up the outside of my thigh, goose bumps springing all over my body. He continues his trek over the top of my leg, grazing the line just above my pants and then working his way down until he cups my pussy over the fabric. “Do you want me here?”

My lungs compress until I’m dizzy from the lack of air, and I nod.

“Use your words. Tell me you want my cock or you won’t get it.”

“I want you to...” Heat floods my cheeks, and I turn my head to the side.

His hand shoots to my face, gripping it tight as he turns it back toward his. “Don’t hide from me, Lily.” He drops his body weight until it rests fully against mine, his breath tickling the hairs on my neck as he leans in close.

“Tell me all your secrets, little bird,” he whispers in my ear.

It’s the same thing he said earlier, and while I won’t tell him everything, maybe Icantell him this.

My stomach shoots to my throat, my hands suddenly clammy, anxiety wringing my insides tight. But then his fingers squeeze my jaw, forcing me to lock onto his gaze, and a calmness washes over.

And that makes the words flow off my tongue. “I want you totakeit.”

Quick as a flash of lightning his demeanor changes, his body somehow growing larger as his hand leaves my face and moves down. His fingers wrap around my neck, my pulse jumping under his palm.

He squeezes.

A sharp shot of arousal spikes through my middle and my mouth parts on a gasp.

“So responsive.” He smiles.

“You made me.” I laugh.

His grip tightens again and my giggle cuts off from the pressure.

“I’m starting to think you were madeforme,” he says.

And then he leans in and steals my shocked gasp with a kiss.

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