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I needed something else right now. I needed to stop these feelings, stop this sudden wave of emotion and I knew exactly how to shut that shit down.

I lunge for his mouth, his arms barely coming around to catch me as I practically climb the man like a tree. He groans into my mouth, a deep throaty sound that sends a wave of heat through my body. He hoists me up his body and I wrap my legs around his waist, my bare center pressing against him as he turns us and places me down on the bathroom counter, a hand suddenly coming up to grab a fistful of my hair. He yanks my head back, exposing my throat.

His cock presses teasingly against me and I knew I was soaked for him, the burning need to be filled and fucked, overpowering that emotion that had tried to consume me moments ago.

Everett licks his way up my throat, that hand still tangled up in my hair, forcing me to remain in this position for him, leaving him entirely in control with my legs wrapped around his waist, bared for him beneath the oversized sweatshirt that has ridden up to expose me fully. There was no escaping him. No getting out of this hold. And I found I didn’t want to. I liked giving him the control, not having to worry about my next move or my next words, knowing he was completely in charge here and I was just coming along for the ride.

“Keep talking, little storm,” he rasps against my skin, “What else?”

“Don’t,” I beg, “I don’t want to feel, Everett.”

“You don’t want to feel, princess?” He chuckles, “Not even this?” His hand works between us and strokes up my inner thigh, a feather light caress that shoots sparks through me.

“Just this,” I whimper, groaning when that hand in my hair tightens to the point of pain and my neck stretches further. His tongue licks over the fluttering pulse point in my throat.

“Just this,” he repeats, “You want me to consume you so thoroughly all you can feel is me working between these pretty thighs?” His teeth sink into my neck, and I cry out at the sudden pain, my brain unable to comprehend why it felt so fucking good and so bad at the same time. My pussy clenches as he rolls his hard cock against me, my heart hitching up a notch in speed as I become a desperate, needy mess.

“Yes!” I groan.

“Tell me I own this cunt, little storm,” He demands hoarsely, consumed by his desire for me. I’ve been desired before but never like this, like if he didn’t get me, he’d never survive.

“You own it,” I comply. Fuck my inner feminist at this point. He can have it if it’ll stop this fucking ache.

“That’s fucking right, princess. I own it.” He finally rewards me with a swipe of his hand on my clit, just a delicate circle with the tips of his fingers but it’s enough to make me whimper and try to grind against it. “I can make you forget it all for a moment, Arryn, tell me that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want, Everett, please.”

“Good girl,” He praises, pressing harder against me, using his fingers to work me up to the peak of a climax but dangling me at the edge. Every time it’s right there, he lets it go, never letting me fall off.

“Please!” I beg. “God, I need to come.”

“This is how I’ve felt,” He growls, “Balancing on this edge until I thought I was going to go fucking crazy.”

“Just – Ineed,” I groan at the sudden yank of my hair, halting the words on my tongue.

“I know what you need,” He rasps, “You need my cock to fill up this needy pussy until all you can remember is my name as you scream it over and over again.”

He suddenly lets my hair go and lifts me off the counter, planting me on my feet before he spins me until I’m facing myself in the mirror.

“Look how beautiful you are, little storm,” He drags the hem of the sweater up, capturing the cami underneath at the same time as he pulls them both over my head. I was completely naked for him, nipples peaked and aching, chest heaving, and skin flushed. I looked wild, my hair a mess from his hand, cheeks burning pink with kiss swollen lips. “All of this was made for me,” He tells me, “So elegant, princess,” his hand runs up my arm and over the curve of my shoulder, “so much grace. And this neck,” he lets his whole hand wrap around my throat, the size of it covering me from clavicle to jaw. “You are regal,” He declares.

Where his skin was tan, mine was pale in comparison, his hands rough against the softness of me.

“Look at you,” He grins behind me, triumphantly, a little menacing but then his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he lets his glacial eyes drop to my breasts and the hand not holding my throat comes up to cup one. He pushes it up as he lets his thumb and forefinger pinch the hardened nipple between them, rolling the sensitive nub between them almost painfully.

I wanted to cry for mercy, but I knew he wasn’t prepared to give me it.

“I want you to watch, princess,” He growls, “Watch me completely own this body. Watch and see how fighting is pointless between us, you are made for me and only me. Watch while I fuck you and prove to you there is no one else but me.”

His hand suddenly comes away from my throat and he grabs my hair once more, wrapping the dark strands around his fist, “Bend forward, Arryn,” He orders, “but keep watching.”

Shakily, I bend forward, pressing my ass into his hard length which makes his eyes roll back in pleasure. He may control this; I think almost giddily, but I control him too. He was as desperate as I was.

“I’m going to fuck you bare, princess,” He tells me, “You’re going to take my cock raw and I’m going to fill you up until I’m dripping down these thighs.”

No one had ever fucked me bare before. I wasn’t worried about pregnancies; I had an implant for birth control, but it was something I felt was too intimate. But I didn’t want to stop him, so I let him and watch him as he yanks his sweats down, freeing himself with one hand, the other still tangled in my hair.

He grips his shaft and dips his head, running the head of it through me, finding me more than ready to take him. My eyes close at the sensation of it, the thick head of him parting me, teasing across the sensitive bundle of nerves before he slips it to my entrance, pressing in just an inch, my body stretching to fit him.

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