Wallace
He hummed from deep in his throat when she touched him, and it rattled its way through her blood. She felt almost powerful in that response to her, that she could make that sound come from him. And then what he said only made it stronger, stole her breath in surprise, in hope. God, you're so fucking hot, Lacey. Plain, dull Wallace was hot in this moment, to this man. She was wanted.
And then he shut up, like she told him to.
And that sense of power was stolen away again, helpless as cold fingers slid closer to that place that was so quickly heating for him. She already ached for more, but held so still with a thundering heart, barely breathing as his mouth teased her shoulder with a bite then a deep kiss. Then another. Her neck curled towards him, instinctively wanting to feed these feelings back to him with her own bites or kisses or both, but she was suddenly locked without air and all she could do was huff against the surface of him.
The metal came back again, and she flipped her hair over and away against her hip, naturally eager for the things he'd taught her that felt so damn good. This time for her, and not for him. This time was to make up for the that time, the breaking her in and taking her hard, pinning her body just as he wanted it.
Another bite, another kiss, and that damn iron trailed away again. She groaned, frustrated and needing. The fog in her mind was so thick, and nothing else existed but him and all these deliriously wonderful sensations. He was a master at this, at knowing her like no one else did. She wanted it to mean something, that he was the only one and would always be the only one, but knew it never would. She would never be anything real to him, and she wasn't sure she could ever accept him being anything more than what he was now. Not that he would want to.
He nuzzled into the hollow of her neck and shoulder, gliding closer again. Her back arched, shifting her hips; she'd take it her goddamned self if he wasn't going to do it. But the bastard only trailed away again, dragging down her thighs. His tongue lined her ear, her breathing already so shallow, What next, Lacey? Tell me, baby. I'm yours to command. And he gave that power back to her again. But she didn't know what to do with it now, only knew she wanted to close her eyes and focus on everything she felt, everywhere he touched.
She bit her lip and fought another groan, then finally opened her dark and hazy eyes to lock with his again. Thick, foggy, but not weak as she answered with more demands.
Show me something new, she challenged in a voice heavy with desire.
There must be something more than his needs. He'd showed her before when he'd made her want him but it was shadowed in the darkness of the negative, of the fear of him. She didn't want to be afraid of him this time.
