She stares at him, wild and wanting and still refusing to bend. He trails after her, promise lingering darkly in his eyes. A part of her wants to run, to flee such wicked temptation. But she has never run from anything in her life. And though this want and need (so very unlike anything she has ever experienced) is terrifying, it is equally seductive. That destructive part of her wants to stay and drink in every bit of it.
Besides, he would never let her go now. The realization sends a wanton thrill through her, a desire for mastery that is both enticing and alarming. For today, she sets it aside, instead meeting him head on. She would not run. Not today.
She steps back, making him come to her. But when his lips meet her skin, she stills, sensation bursting across her. Her lips find his skin, tracing, nipping in response to his teasing touches. Not good for you, he whispers. She nips harder, a stinging bite. “Why don’t you let me decide what is good for me?” she murmurs, voice raspy with restrained desire. She is not the only one who needs reminding of things apparently.
And then he’s pulling her against him. Her breath escapes in a rush, muscles trembling with anticipation. Her skin flashes hot and cold beneath his touch, blue eyes wicked and dark, half-lidded as she turns her gaze to him. The challenge remains, a dare. A promise.
His weight on her feels right, as though she had been waiting forever for this moment, an ache settling that can only be soothed by him. And then he thrusts roughly into her. She gasps, her skin flashing hot, sparks of fire dancing across her flesh. A bite of pain mingles with the pleasure, intensifying sensation. With a low, feminine growl, she pushes roughly back against him, heavily lidded gaze shifting to find his once more. Tempting. Challenging.
i see your sins
and i want to set them free
