“I want you too,” I admit, my voice soft. “Sometimes I think you’ve enchanted me.”
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his neck, just over the spot where I can see his pulse beating strongly beneath his warm skin.
I don’t know how long this softer, gentler Keir will stick around, just as I’m not sure I want him to. There’s something deliciously appealing about the darker, dirtier side that he presents to the world.
“Keir—” I start.
A strangled groan escapes him seconds before he rips my hands away from him. He frog marches me out of the elevator, bursting through the front door of the penthouse suite. He drops to his knees in the living room, staring up at me with a truly terrifying expression.
Keir moves on his knees in front of me, yanking my dress up and pulling it off in such haste that it gets tangled around my wrists.
“Fucking be still,” he commands with a fierce glare.
Keir yanks on a chair leg and brings it closer, then he kneels down and pushes my ass to the edge of the chair. He forces my legs open and I cry out, but he silences me.
“Shh. Haven’t I always made you feel good, sweetheart? Don’t you trust me?”
I close my mouth, my eyes wide, and gulp. “Yes…”
“I’m going to make sure that we both come, darling.” In the next second, his softly spoken words are belied by his brutal grip on my hips. He rips my panties down my legs, forces my knees wide open, and puts his mouth on my slit.
“Fuck!” I cry, unable to do anything but watch. Keir is a man possessed, seeming to know just what he wants.
What he wants is me.
He moans as he tastes my dripping pussy, lapping up every drop that is escaping me. He takes no mercy on me, driving his tongue into me, holding my legs open with his large hands.
“Oh my god, yes,” I breathe, my fingers reaching to tangle in his hair, but he stops me with one hand on my wrists.
“Don’t,” he warns, not moving his mouth from my pussy.
Keir dives back in, his fingers joining his mouth. Somehow, he manages to slide three of his thick fingers into my slick pussy, stretching me almost to the point of pain. But my discomfort quickly morphs to pure pleasure as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh god,” I pant. I plunge my fingers into the thickness of his dark hair, pressing his head closer. “Fuck yes. Fuck!”
I throw my head back, thrusting my hips in time with Keir’s naughty fingers. Feeling shameless and wanton, I cry out again.
He sucks harder, his tongue greedily licking. In the deepest part of my being, I feel the orgasm building. But it isn’t until he slides his free hand around to form a V around my clit that the combination of sensations has me chanting his name like a prayer.
The entire time I cascade over the edge into my release he doesn’t let up, not stopping his assault until I’m a shaking mess, slumped back on the chair. Only then does he slide his fingers out, and when he captures my hazy gaze, he licks his fingers one by one.
“Come.”
Keir stands up and lifts me into his arms in one move. It’s an oddly intimate position, cradled against his chest.
He stretches me out on the bed. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch Keir as he stands at the foot of the bed and agonizingly slowly removes his shirt, then his pants, then his underwear until he’s naked in front of me.
“Jesus. You’re so damn sexy.” The breath is nearly knocked from my lungs.
The man is truly a work of art, and unbidden a rush of warmth floods between my legs. I ache for him. All of him.
He fists his cock and looks me in the eyes.
“Are you ready for me to stretch you pussy out with my big fat cock and make you come screaming my name?”
God, he has such a filthy fucking mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper, not taking my eyes off him.
“Get on your knees.”
I scramble to do as he bids me.
He moves around to position himself before me, his cock jumping as I take him in my hands. The tangle of his fingers in my hair stings as he guides my head to where I know he wants me.
Yet I resist when he pulls my head toward him. I want to push him, to see his reaction. My reward comes in the form of a deep growl.
His hand tilts my chin upward.
“What are you playing at, darling? Do you want me to find something to tie your hands with?”
I can’t deny the thrill that runs through me, but no. I decide I don’t. For all that I’m teasing him, taunting him, I’m enjoying this gentler Keir. I drop my gaze and my lips down to his cock.
Running my thumb up the length, swirling around the tip that’s already leaking. With one last glance up to see his eyes still fixated on me, I take him in my mouth.
His rumble of satisfaction spurs me to go deeper, until he hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he gasps. He’s clearly trying to keep himself in check. “That’s it. That’s it, darling. Just like that.”
When I gag and try to pull back, he holds me there. Blinking away tears, I choke. Only then does he give me the barest inch.
Looking up at Keir, I take it. I remind myself that he’s in control and I need to allow him to do exactly what he wants to me.
I need to trust him.
Just as I feel my eyes start to water, he releases me slightly, only far enough so that I can slide my lips up and down him, alternating strong sucks with lighter licks. I’m primed to his responses.
I know I’ve got him close to the edge when I feel his fingers tighten in my hair as I draw his tip between my teeth, grazing it lightly. I do it again, then suck him in deeply once more until I’m choking as he hits the back of my throat. Another graze of my teeth, another suck. I continue until he abruptly jerks me off of him and lifts me up on my knees and kisses me.
“I’ll not be coming in your mouth, Ella. Not tonight. I’ve got plans for you.”
Keir lifts me onto the bed and tosses me down with no warning. He pushes me back, lifting my legs and holding them tightly together with his arms wound around my calves. Then he drives into my pussy without any warning. I cry out his name, instantly feeling my walls clench around him.
“You’re. Mine.” He snarls the words with such fury that I would probably be shocked if he hadn’t just slid himself so far inside of me that my jaw drops. “Do you hear me, sweetheart? Only. Mine.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust of his hips. I can’t stop to think about what he means, as I get caught up in the overwhelming wave of sensation.
“Look at me, Ella. Don’t you agree? I need you to fully understand just what I’m saying.”
I obey instantly, my eyes flying open to find his.
“You’re mine,” he says, deceptively softly. His voice doesn’t match the intensity of his hips pumping into me, or the piercing fire in his eyes that scorches me from the inside out. “I want to brand my name into your skin.”
He pulls out of me and I cry out at the sudden loss of him. But then Keir flips me over, forcing my hips into the air and slamming back into me with a roar. His hand lands on my ass with a crack.
“Keir!” My hands are grappling at the sheets, desperate to find something to anchor myself against the onslaught of him. Every slide of his cock is rubbing my already sensitized nerve endings.