She doesn’t know what she’s asking for.
I don’t know if I can resist giving it to her despite that.
I move slowly, giving her plenty of time to react, and wrap my fist around the long length of her hair. “Last chance.”
She flicks her tongue against my balls and I lose it. I drag her up my body. Too rough. Too fucking rough. Not that Psyche seems to care. She practically throws herself at my mouth, kissing me with none of the teasing she exhibited during that blow job.
I roll, toppling her back to the bed, and thrust against her. Some dark part of me wants to take her up on the invitation of her lifted hips, her thighs spreading to welcome me. It would be the most natural thing in the world to slip inside her now, to fuck her without anything between us.
Stop.
I manage to muscle down the desire, but only barely. “Do not move.”
“Better hurry then.” She slides a hand between our bodies and wraps her fist around my cock. “I’m needy.”
Shock stills me. I hold perfectly still as she rubs her pussy against my length. The woman is playing chicken with my control. “Psyche.”
She shivers. “I really, really like it when you say my name like that.”
“You wouldn’t if you recognized what it meant.” I lower myself onto her, letting my weight pin her in place and keep either of us from doing something unforgivably reckless. Gods, she feels good. Arching and straining and writhing against me. I have to close my eyes to focus. “If you knew what I wanted—”
“Tell me.” The sheer need in her voice shreds my control. I can feel it snapping, thread by thread. Her next words only make it worse. “Tell me you’re spinning out just as much as I am. Tell me I’m not in the depths alone.”
I can’t deny the thread of fear in her voice, can’t stop myself from wanting to assuage it even if it means I scare her in different ways. I curse. “I want to fuck you bare.” Damn it, what am I saying? It’s too much, too intense. Not that it matters. I can’t fucking stop. “I want to tie you to my bed and help myself to every bit of you on my whim. To tease you and fuck you and make you come until you know exactly who you belong to.”
She inhales harshly. “I belong to myself.”
I know that. It’s part of what makes her so unforgivably attractive to me. Just one of the many puzzle pieces that come together to form this woman who I can’t get enough of. “You didn’t ask me for the truth. You asked what I want.”
She turns her face to my neck and kisses my throat. “Get a condom, Eros.”
A condom. Right. Because I cannot, under any circumstances, fuck her bare. Not like this, not without a very clear conversation beforehand. One that I’ve never had before, never needed.
What the fuck is happening to me?
I’m spinning out just as badly as she is. I’m in the depths beside her.
It takes more effort than it should to move away enough to grab the condoms from the top drawer of the nightstand. To stop touching her long enough to tear open the wrapper and roll the condom on.
Psyche doesn’t wait for me. She grips my cock and guides it to her entrance. I fight to hold still, to let her guide this, and the effort has me shaking. Psyche, the little asshole, knows it. She keeps hold of me, dipping the head of my cock into her pussy again and again, but never letting me sink more than an inch into her.
“Tease,” I growl.
She’s breathing just as hard as I am, shaking just as hard as I am. Her hazel eyes hold a challenge I feel right down to my very soul. “Do something about it.”
My leash snaps.
I move back onto my knees and grab her wrists, shifting them to one of my hands and shoving them up over her head. She presses against my hold as if she can’t help herself, and her lips part in a moan. “Yes, like that.”
I’m fighting a losing battle. I want this woman too desperately to do this properly. I haven’t actually managed to maintain enough control to seduce her the way she deserves. I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck until my presence is tattooed on every inch of her body. I settle between her legs. “You want me to get rough with you, Psyche? Fuck you like a godsdamned monster?”
She shivers harder. “Yes.”
I notch my cock at her entrance. She’s soaked and ready for me, but I still have to slow down enough to work my full length into her. It’s only when I’m seated deep inside her that I manage to keep talking. “I think you’re a little liar.”