“You’re all I ever dream about,” he said, fucking me, grinding his hips against my clit. “Your lips and eyes. Your tongue. The way you sucked my cock that night, just like you sucked me now. I dream about your moans, about your body as you come, your back, your legs. Everything about you makes me stupid with need, and I won’t let you go, Penny. Now that I have you, I won’t ever let you go.”
I knew he wasn’t lying. There was no escape for me. Not from this man, not now that I let him inside. I moaned, rolled my hips, bucked against him.
I wanted him to fuck me.
And he obliged. Rough, savage. He was a conquering god come down on his chariot to ravish me. His muscles flexed and rippled, his arms like granite, his chest like fire. His cock was a constant note of pure bliss and thrill and luxury. I took him and took him and took him, and never wanted him to leave.
He held me down and fucked me.
I arched my back, huffing, gasping. I could barely breathe. Moans played on my lips. He bit my shoulder. His finger intertwined with mine. He fucked me faster, grinding and taking and taking and taking, and I screamed out as the orgasm built between my legs, unyielding, impossible to stop, demanding satiation, just like him.
I came in a rush. He didn’t stop, only moaned his own enjoyment and kept going until I was finished, a puddle, spent and overwhelmed.
And he still wasn’t done. No, he wasn’t nearly done. He licked me, teased me, whispered in my ear until I felt the thrill again. “I want you spread wide and moaning. I need you, every inch of you. I love the way you move, the way you moan, your tongue and lips, your soaking pussy. I can’t get enough of fucking you, Penny.”
He turned me around, held me down. He took me, used me, destroyed me. Kaspar was a monster, and yes, he was a dazzling, magnificent monster, and his cock felt like heaven. He slapped my ass, pulled my hair, showed me exactly how ferocious he could be.
That barbarian, that harsh bastard. I came again, back arching, and when I finished, he made me take him in my mouth and came on my tongue.
I swallowed it, every drop. I kissed him when I was done, and he purred into my lips.
“Lovely,” he whispered, kissing sweat from my neck, my shoulders. “You’re stunning, Penny. My memory of you pales in comparison.”
“And here I am, barely ever thinking about you.”
That earned another slap on my ass. I sighed and buried my face in the pillow.
“You’re a liar. I know you think you hate me, but you can’t deny what we had. What we still can have.”
“I don’t know what I think anymore.”
He nodded and kissed my lower back. He kissed my ass, my shoulders. I had a feeling he was about to spread me wide and start the process over again, so I rolled away, pulling the sheets around my breasts.
He watched me with a smirk.
“Pulling away so soon? I hoped I’d get the morning with you.”
“I came to my senses.”
“You came because I fucked you. Sense has nothing to do with it.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t think what just happened means anything. I still want to go home. I’m not going to marry you.”
He shrugged, as if that didn’t matter. “You say that now. But give it a few hours. You’ll keep thinking about how I make you feel and you’ll come back to me.”
“Sex isn’t enough, Kaspar. I’m not going to pretend like it isn’t good—”
“Like it isn’t perfect,” he said, his voice husky and tempting, his eyes hot fire.
I had to look away. “Okay, yes, it’s mind-blowing. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had by far. You make me come like my world’s about to end. Is that what you want to hear?”
“All understatements, but you’re about right.”
I sighed in frustration. “I still won’t marry you. I can’t be forced into it. If you want me—”
“Don’t say I have to let you go.” He came to me, still naked. What a man. I struggled to maintain eye contact as I tugged the sheets loose and kept them wrapped around my chest like a toga. “That’s not going to happen. Now that you’re mine, I intend on keeping you and never letting you out of my sight again.”
“Kaspar,” I said softly, shaking my head.
He pinned me against the wall. His lips snarled as he brushed them against mine. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you again. Tell me you don’t want me to bend you over this bed and take you until you scream.”
“I do want it, but—”
“Then stop letting the past ruin the present.”