Every fiber of my being screams to be touched, pleasured, and wanted by him, but I won’t dare wiggle. I won’t break. I won’t arch my body to his touch and beg for more. And yet…I stretch ever so slightly into his hand. “Say the words and I’ll give you want you want.” Torturous lips drag down my throat. His tongue brushing along my skin ever so gently.
“No.” The word comes out in strained whisper.
Abel pinches my clit between his finger and thumb. “You sure?”
Oh God. My body aches for him, and I hate myself for it. Our gazes meet and we have a staring contest. He releases me from his touch, and I want to cry for him to do it again.
To touch me.
To give me his fingers.
His mouth.
His body.
All the pieces of him that I desperately want right now.
“I’m tired.” I deliver the lie cool as a cucumber.
He curls an arm around me. “Goodnight, wife ‘o mine. Sleep tight.” His lips brush over mine, and I almost lose the battle and return his kiss. A chuckle passes from his lips and rings in my ear. I squeeze my eyes shut waiting for him to move back to his side of the bed, but he continues to hold me. I grab his hand and start to move from under him. “Where are you going?”
“To get a glass of water.”
“That’s three.”
“What?”
“Three lies you’ve told since I walked in the door tonight. I told you we’ll have no secrets between us. You thought you’d sneak off and get yourself off, didn’t you?”
“What? You’re crazy, Abel.”
I try to push up, but he rolls over me, pinning me to the bed.
“Let me up.”
“Is that what you want?” Pressing his knee between mine he parts them. He tucks his thumb under my chin forcing me to meet his gorgeous blue eyes. “I think you want me to fuck the loneliness out of you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“Oh, baby. I know you. All alone with her fancy clothes and daddy’s money locked away like a fragile doll with no one to play with her. I’ll play with you.”
I lick my lips and tears well up in the corners of my eyes. “You’re a real bastard.”
“But I’m your bastard.”
He’s right.
He is mine.
For better or for worse and right now this is definitely for worse because I break. I crumble beneath him and say, “Please.”
“Was that so hard?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. His mouth crashes into mine, and I greedily thrust my tongue into his mouth and bow my back, lifting my hips, rubbing against him desperate for a release. We’re a fire burning brightly as we come together. Fingers clawing, teeth nipping, lips sucking, tongues tasting we collide. My shorts are jerked down my legs, and I’m flipped over face down ass up. Strong rough hands grab my hips and he lines up behind me. The man is cold as ice but when he gets lost inside me, he melts.
“So tight. So ready. So mine.” He looms over me, wrapping a fist around my hair, and kisses the space between my shoulder blades. Guiding himself inside me, he lets out a groan. The heavy weight of him presses down on me, and when I slide further down in the bed his hand coils around my middle and rights me back into position. With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to tug on my hair while thrusting deep. My bones go all gooey like soft ice cream as my orgasm begins to build.
“Say it, Ainsley. Tell me that you’re mine,” he grates, yanking on my hair.
I smirk over my shoulder, circling my clit. “I belong to no one.”