I fisted her camisole and yanked it over her head, desperate to strip her bare for me. She handled me with the same frenzied hunger, tearing off my shirt so that she could run her fingers over my muscles, my scars.
I growled into her mouth and nipped at her lips, warning her away from the marks of vulnerability. She pressed her palm flat against the one at the base of my ribcage, defying me. Refusing to allow me to scare her away from my deepest pain that simmered beneath the anger I wore like armor.
I released a groan, a sound of anguish and longing. Allie decimated me like nothing else, and I was addicted to her power over me.
She shrugged out of her bra and arched against my chest, seeking stimulation against her tight nipples. I captured one between my thumb and forefinger, wrestling back control from her. When we were together like this, we did things on my terms.
“Tell me you’re mine.” My demand was hot on her lips.
“I’m yours,” she panted, pressing desperate kisses along my jaw, up my cheek, over my scar.
A shudder rolled through me at the intimate contact with the mark that had branded me with shame. It stoked the disconcerting heat in my face that’d bloomed as soon as she’d wrapped her arms around me.
I broke the contact with a growl, shoving the awful sensation away. I gripped her hips and turned, tossing her down onto the mattress and covering her body with mine, trapping her where I wanted her.
She gasped my name, and dark pleasure gathered at the base of my spine. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted her screaming it by the time I was finished with her.
I grazed the side of her neck with my teeth, and a little broken whimper eased from her chest. My smile against her pebbled skin was more than a touch savage, and I continued to explore her with my mouth. She would melt in my hands and surrender completely. She made me vulnerable in ways I’d never imagined, but she also made me feel more powerful than I’d known was possible.
I nipped at her shoulder before soothing the slight sting with my tongue, then dropped a soft kiss on the hollow at the base of her throat. I trailed a scorching path down her sternum, and her fingers fisted in my hair as she arched her back.
“Max!”
I captured her tight nipple between my teeth, and my fingers encircled her small wrists, directing her arms to her sides and cuffing them there so that I could continue to toy with her breasts at my leisure.
She made the sexiest little whine, a sound of lustful distress. I released her from my bite and kissed her tormented nipple, flicking my tongue over the tight peak until she moaned and writhed beneath me.
Her hands jerked against my hold, so helpless to resist me. My power over her flooded my mind, making me drunk on her. She was all that mattered, all that existed. There was only the two of us. Nothing keeping us apart.
My dick strained against my jeans, and I hissed in a breath when she ground her hips against my erection. Biting out a curse, I released her wrists so that I could unbutton her pants and dip my fingers into her underwear. A rough, primal sound slipped between my teeth when I found the wet heat at her core.
I caught her sharp cry on my tongue as my thumb slowly circled her clit.
“I’m going to get you ready for me, baby.”
Her sparkling eyes were huge, and her cheeks were flushed my favorite shade of pink. She licked her full lips and nodded her agreement, urging me to continue. To take what I wanted.
I eased one finger into her tight channel, pressing deep until my palm cupped her pussy. She shuddered, and her inner walls fluttered around me. I rubbed her clit, and she clenched down on my finger with a soft cry.
“You’re doing so good, angel.” I found the spot inside her that made her come undone, and her back arched on a moan. “So fucking good.”
Her hands clamped around my arms, her fingernails digging into my biceps as though I was the only thing tethering her to reality. She was so goddamn beautiful that it made my heart hurt. I took a deep breath and embraced the keen desire that tormented me, riding the edge of painful lust as I urged her to relax for me.
When her core began to contract, I pressed a second finger inside her. She tensed, and her fingers flexed into my muscles as her eyes tightened with discomfort.
I gently shushed her and rubbed her clit, lighting her up with pleasure until she eased to accommodate the larger intrusion. Within minutes, she was rotating her hips against me once again, torturing me as she rubbed my throbbing erection.