I want nothing more than to obey. To be naked before those eyes already burning through my clothing like he sees every inch of me and wants to devour me whole.
Yet there’s still a smidge of defiance left in me.
So I take my sweet time—smiling cattily up at him as I stretch against his sheets, catching the hem of my shirt, peeling it up slowly one inch at a time—and deliberately curving my spine to make my breasts rise against my lacy bra. I pull the shirt over my head, then toss it aside with a little flap of my hair.
And his eyes lock on to me, riveted, following my finger down as I trail it between my breasts, over my ribs, then lower.
Holy hell—lower.
His gaze blazes across my belly, making me suck in a gasp, savoring the hypnotic way he watches as I forge a path down to the waist of my jeans. Flick them open. Unzip.
My tongue skims my lips as I catch them at the waist.
And slink my hips from side to side, watching his pupils dilate with every second, as I shimmy them down my thighs to reveal the matching lace panties curving over my hips.
I never get the chance to take the rest off.
Because the second I toss my jeans aside, he growls.
“Fuck it—”
And next thing I know, he’s on me like a marauding beast.
His weight pins me down. His naked flesh ignites my body. His hands lace with mine, shoving them to the bed.
His mouth attacks my flesh in taunting bites, all swift kisses tracing my jaw, my throat, the upper curves of my breasts. He catches my bra and bites it away, grazing the tip of my nipple so gently.
Just enough pressure to make me gasp and cry out, tossing my head back before he soothes it with his tongue.
Then Blake’s mouth is everywhere, igniting me in wildfire sparks, torching my senses as he leaves wild marks all over me.
My arms. My belly. My inner thighs.
But still, no matter how I whine, no matter how I writhe, he won’t give up what I want. Not on my terms.
This man plays by his own rules, and he’s hellbent on making me beg. I don’t even have the words because he’s driving me out of my mind.
I’m lost.
Caught up in his storm, all the wicked things he does to me, the way he invades my senses.
His smell, aftershave and charcoal and heat, the scratch of his stubble on my skin, the flex of his body, the perfection of his weight.
God.
I can’t separate the noise of my gasps from the harshness of his hungry breaths.
I’m just spinning, falling, but then there’s a new sound, the rip and crinkle of a condom wrapper.
And that needy ache between my thighs he’s been ignoring flares harder, my pussy throbbing as he flicks my panties aside.
His thumb runs down my wetness. One stroke leaves me whining, squirming, flexing and clenching in rippling pulses. He spreads me open and makes me hurt with that hot emptiness, every ugly second he’s still not in me.
“Blake...” I whisper, grabbing at his hand. “Blake, please.”
One glance is all I get. So intense and flaming blue I’m not even sure it belongs to a mere mortal anymore.
Then he grabs his cock, presses the head against me, and bares his teeth.
A thick band of pure, hard heat slides against my wet flesh so sweetly.
“Hang the fuck on to me, sweetheart,” he whispers. I’ve never heard his voice sound more tender, more seductive, more husky. “Gonna take you now.”
I grasp at his shoulders, staring up at that gorgeous face. His eyes drill me like he’s never seen anyone else, like I’m his whole universe, and maybe his last freaking meal.
I’m just glad I listen and hold on tight as he tears my world apart.
No exaggeration.
I’ve never felt anything as intimate as the moment when Blake slides deep, bringing our flesh together like heart notes striking in rhythm—and God, that rhythm!
He holds nothing back in the music of his hips, crashing into mine almost hard enough to bruise.
We’re rock and roll and heavy metal. The dirtiest country and the sweetest hip hop. We’re the scream of a guitar that’s pure sex and the thud of drumming hearts.
You’d better believe he makes me sing my effing heart out like never, ever before.
Because the instant I go crashing over into my first O, tensing, my pussy clinging to his shaking thrusts for dear life, there’s nothing but our song made flesh.
Just Blake’s massive body slamming into mine, the steady clap of his balls on my skin, his friction tearing sounds out of me I didn’t even know I could make.
And he buries his mouth against mine, stealing my breath, lifting his hips higher to throw his cock into me harder, faster, deeper.
My whimpering release just folds me that much tighter to his piston of a body and drives him on.
If I thought he’d lose it and come with me—ha!
That’s so not the way this works.
That’s so not how this man operates. I realize it a little more in every stroke.
Blake might be off his chain, but he’s in scary control. And he’s not letting go until he’s had his way with me however freaking long he pleases.
So his hips power on, the thrusts coming wilder, his hips jerking and shuddering in sharp staccato, surging us along in rough thrusts that sizzle, rip me apart, stretch me open, fill me more and more until I’m screaming, begging, and still it’s not enough.
Never enough.
More, more—I want more.
I’ll always want more, and with his name on my lips, I wrap my thighs around his hips and pull him into me, lifting my hips to beg for every inch he can give.
And sweet Lord, does he give.
He storms my body straight into another frantic, screaming release. I feel it coming, tensing up, my arms and legs desperately tangling with his body, enjoying our sway, and then—
Coming!
My eyelids flutter and white-hot ecstasy erupts from my core, blooming through every bit of me like some insane flower of pure energy. I barely even hear the rising pitch in his growl, even if it’s impossible not to feel the sudden harsh swell of his cock.
As he slides home, as he finds the darkest, neediest depths of me, as he touches me inside with invasive heat and closeness and sheer, raw, erotic pleasure...
I can’t detect the difference between his heartbeat and mine.
There’s just his body flowing over mine, and I move with him, and every deep stroke bursts something deep inside me as he grabs my wrists, slams me into the bed, and pushes his forehead into mine.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he growls. “Gonna go with you, baby.”
And he does.
Even through the condom, I feel when his cock roots itself in my depths and explodes in a hot flood that leaves him stiff and twitching. And if I thought my orgasm was done, I was dead wrong.
It hits me full force the instant Blake goes off inside me.
He vibrates through me, ignites my bones, makes my body shriek with the pounding, driving, mad push to a crescendo. We share every second of our bliss.
I don’t know if I’m singing or screaming.
But I know when we break higher, when his roar drowns me out, when I hit the zone where he’s already waiting.
Moving in harmony, peaking in perfect time together.
His body with mine.
And my heart with his, even if he doesn’t know just how deep these feelings run.