His finger pumped in and out as my back arched, pointing my breasts to the chandelier over our bed. He kissed my throat.
“It’s what they want. They want you.”
“No,” I moaned. “They can’t have me. I’m yours.”
He worked faster, flicking my clit with certain strokes. “Then let me take care of this. I need to keep you safe. I have to protect you.”
The ache for him made my thighs slick. My knees fell open wide as I swiveled my hips, trying to stave off the orgasm.
“I am safe.” I could barely get the words out. I tugged against the restraint, only feeling more turned on. “You do protect me.”
“What do you want?” he groaned, pulling his fingers from me. I cried out from the emptiness.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged. “I need you.”
He moved in between my legs as his cock pushed inside me, stretching me, filling me.
“Ahh,” I whimpered, feeling the fullness of him buried inside me.
I didn’t want him to let go. I didn’t want to be free. I wanted to be his. He moved in and out, fucking me with the kind of certainty I knew only existed between us. I was his.
His lips met mine in the dark. Ravenous kisses. Insatiable kisses that kept us up for hours. Every time I thought I’d come, he’d back down and make me beg for more.
“Please,” I whispered, knowing the exhaustion would knock me out tomorrow. I’d be lucky if I made
it across the street for my usual cup of coffee with Marie. Instead, I’d be curled up on the couch with a cozy blanket and French movies, napping off and on while my body recovered from Vaughn.
“No,” he growled. He plunged inside me again and I tried to twist my body. I wanted more pressure. More friction. More everything.
My breath came in short pants as he slid his cock from me and kissed me slowly, deeply.
“Please,” I begged again.
God, this game had gotten dark and dirty, but I wasn’t backing down. I wanted it. He would never leave my unsatisfied, but I had no idea how long he wanted to play. How long he would want me to beg and to writhe.
“No.” His teeth grazed my nipple and I bucked toward him. I’d take the pain with the pleasure, if he would give it to me.
“Oh shit,” I whimpered when his teeth clamped against it. He sucked hard, drawing tiny cries from my throat.
His fingers swathed through my slit and I jerked from the contact. “Please,” I pleaded again.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I nodded. “Fuck me,” I groaned, with a new sensuality in my voice that I kind of loved.
He positioned his cock at my entrance and I hissed with want. I was a quivering mess. My clit was throbbing. My pulse was racing.
“I want you to come,” he commanded.
“Yes,” I nodded as he plunged into me. “God, yes.”
It was an explosion of color and darkness at the same time. He steadied his body over mine as his hips thrust repeatedly. His grunts were primal as I cried out with the glittering rain of my release. The last quake echoed in my core and I sighed exhausted and sated.
Vaughn’s body stilled as he pumped his last wave inside me. We watched each other in awe.
His fingers uncurled from my wrists. I slowly pulled them over my head, making tiny circles in one direction and then the other.
“I think you made your point.” I rolled to face him. I traced the sharp angle of his jaw. He kissed my knuckles.