Dangerous Temptation (Dark Dream 1)

Fuck, I did. I loved the ache of being filled up. It built like blocks into something high enough to scare me. Looking off the precipice of desire at the fall I’d inevitably take when he made me come around his dick.

“Fuck me,” I demanded, canting my hips up, fucking myself against his fingers harder. “I don’t need gentle.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled, finally ducking down to kiss me, a savage, punishing kiss that I knew would bruise my mouth. “I’ll own this pussy so hard you can’t walk straight for a week. Is that what you want?”

Yes!

I didn’t say a word.

He ground his hand harder into my pussy until I threw my head back and keened with the painful pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you into the sand? Use your tight, wet hole to get myself off?” I was listening for it, so I heard the break in his voice as his own suggestions ramped him higher. He was practically vibrating against me as he pulled his fingers out of me and smeared my wetness against my thigh. “You want to know what it’s like to drip, overfull with my cum?”

The “yes” hissed out between my clenched teeth.

Then the searing hot head of his cock was there between my thighs. He beat his hard shaft against my swollen folds a few times just to hear the wet smack before he notched himself at my greedy entrance.

“After this,” he growled in a ravaged voice I hardly recognized. “You’re mine. When you turn eighteen, when you go off to college, when you think you’ll be rid of me, you won’t. I’ll always own this pretty little cunt and the tears I’ve made you cry. There’s no going back from this, little thing.”

A shudder rattled through me that had nothing to do with the cold wind. His possessiveness ate at me, chewing off pieces of my resolve.

A tiny, dark part of me, abandoned by my father and mother to death and neglect, surged at his possessiveness, craving it almost as much as I craved love.

I knew I would never get the latter and, in that moment, I didn’t care.

I lunged up to grab Tiernan’s lower lip in my teeth, biting hard enough to rend the skin, his blood beading on my tongue. He groaned, the last of his civilized veneer crumbling to ash as he savagely thrust his hips, impaling me in one brutal thrust. I threw my head back into the sand as I cried out to the clouded sky. He grunted as he worked himself deeper, angling his hips, using one of his hands to cant me up toward him so he could delve deeper.

“So big,” I panted, tears in my eyes and thick in my voice. “Jesus.”

“Lord,” he corrected, rocking hard, finally seated at the very end of me, kissing the entrance of my womb in a way that shot sparks through my pelvis. I loved it. “Your lord.”

I answered him by biting the stubbled edge of his jaw, nibbling along the square length until I reached the frayed end of his scar. He continued to pump into me, dragging his entire length in and out of my sensitive pussy, firing every nerve ending I never knew I had. After a brief hesitation, I smoothed my tongue over the line of his scar, from mouth to ear. He didn’t freeze. Didn’t reprimand me. Instead, he cursed wickedly, hunched over me and sunk his teeth into the junction of my neck and shoulder, pinning me in place as he used me.

Tears spilled from my eyes into the sand. Tears of pain and pleasure, but also of acceptance.

This.

This was what I wanted.

Rough-edged, teeth-bitten love.

A body against mine like a weapon, inside me like an invasion. I wanted to be filled up and used because he couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t be a gentleman.

Now, I understood that love wasn’t soft and warm. It was fire and brimstone and if I wasn’t careful, it would burn me alive.

But on that cold beach under a moonless sky, I wanted to be consumed.

“I need it,” I told him brokenly as pleasure gathered like a supernova at the core of me. “Please, Tiernan, I need you.”

His hips stuttered: his movements inelegant for the first time.

“I’m here, little thing,” he grunted against my pulse, flicking it with his tongue, then scraping it with his teeth. “Come all over my dick and show me how pretty you are when you break apart for me.”

His words set off the final spark.

White blasted behind my eyes as I squeezed them closed against the ravage of pleasure that exploded through me, starting at the meeting of his cock and my cunt, nuclear wave after nuclear wave battering through me from head to toe.

He held me as I convulsed, pinning me to the sand with his cock and hands, beating into me senselessly, like an animal chasing completion. It only drove me higher, my climax stealing my breath, my thoughts, my very soul. Until I felt like I was just a vessel, a sacred place for Tiernan to come.