But I got about three seconds of that peace before Iain hiked my leg up and plunged deep into my pussy.
“Iain!”
I cried out as he gathered my wrists, pinning them above my head and picking up his pace stroke by stroke. Fully taking the reins. Getting exactly where he wanted to be. His breath was audible but steady, and a carnal look blazed in his eyes as he stared at my tits, watching them bounce furiously up and down to the rhythm of his every thrust inside me.
I felt fascination glimmer in my eyes as I watched him watch me. But quickly, he reached his capacity to just look, growling as he lowered himself and buried his face in my chest. His arm was stretched taut, still pinning me down by the wrists as he licked and kissed all over my breasts, like they were covered in honey.
He didn’t stop even as he found a rhythm, his hips flexing, pumping relentlessly between my legs till I had nonsense dribbling from my lips, because as overwhelming as it was, the friction was starting to feel good. Really good. It was so tight and wet between us, rubbing my clit so deliciously that I was starting to feel a little delirious. Especially now that Iain was licking just under my jaw, sucking on my skin, murmuring all kinds of filthy encouragement in my ear as I dug my nails into his back and moaned through his every powerful thrust.
Breath quickening, I felt myself pulsing tight around his thick shaft, in such a frenzy now that I didn’t realize the words that were coming out of my mouth till he pulled back and caught my jaw, suddenly slowing inside me.
“What was that?”
His warning murmur sliced through the air as he held himself balls-deep in my soaked pussy, his thumb digging into me and his eyes boring into mine as we both panted heavily against each other. Our hot breaths tangled together in the silence, and suddenly I felt the overwhelming need to feel his lips on mine. To have him claim my mouth the way he’d claimed my body.
Kiss me, I wanted so badly to tell him. But when my lips parted, I only repeated what I’d dared to utter before.
“Harder,” I breathed, my breasts heaving as I lay under the weight of his body. “Fuck me harder. I want you to make me come.”
As soon as the last few words left my lips, something flickered out of his stare, and a steely look cast over his face. For a moment he was still.
But then with his eyes locked on mine, he gave a thrust so hard he knocked the air out of my lungs.
/> A sharp sound hurtled from my lips and lit an instant blaze in his eyes. He watched as my own eyes promptly watered from the impact.
My toes flexed as I felt him get harder inside me.
Then he thrust again.
Rough. And deep. Again and again till he was slamming so hard inside me that the room fell away, and all I felt was penetration. I had my arms wrapped tight around his neck now, moaning nonstop as he kept up his brutal pace, battering inside me and pounding into me with such ruthless abandon that I could feel every cell in my body coming alive, because it wasn’t just that I could take this—I liked this.
I fucking loved this.
It was everything I wanted. Needed. All the things I’d missed out on and more, rolled up into one wild, unbearably hot night that made up for all the time I’d spent forbidden from everything. Hidden away. Overprotected. Made to be so very shy and unsure.
With every thrust inside me, Iain fucked that girl out of my existence, and it felt so unbelievably good. It made me regret every time I’d used the word mind-blowing in the past, because none of that crap before was mind-blowing—this was. This was mind-blowing, earth-shattering, fuck-your-expectations-forever kind of sex, and I knew it even before I felt my orgasm coming in a hurry, forcing me to squeeze handfuls of his hair and desperately nod through all the filthy questions he whispered in my ear as the pleasure rushed down my spine.
When it erupted between my legs, his name tore from my lips, and I bucked under his weight, thready sounds I’d never heard escaping my mouth as tremors rocked through me. Gripping me from head to toe, they sent stars into my vision and sensation radiating through my limbs. I was still writhing in ecstasy when I felt Iain’s entire body harden on top of me and his breaths grow shorter, harsher till he was following me over the edge.
He gave a single groan as he came—short and guttural, and so fucking sexy it sent aftershocks rippling through me.
And as I absorbed them all, I bottled up that sound, saving it to my memory so I could play it on repeat again and again till the day that I died.
12
HOLLAND
The glare of the sun woke me in the morning, and considering the total lack of natural light in my East Village apartment, I knew where I was before I even opened my eyes.
I was at the hotel.
In the bed where Iain had brought me and told me to sleep.
I’d lost track of how long we stayed here last night. Just breathing. Recovering with his magnificent body braced over mine. At one point, I had opened my eyes, and all I could see was his muscled shoulder just inches from my lips, and his flexed tricep as he caged me in. Something about it had made me feel so secure, and with every heavy exhalation, he had lulled me deeper into some heavenly place so warm and far away that I briefly forgot the night had to end.
Of course, the reminder came soon enough.
He had been the first to get up, and though I couldn’t imagine having sex again at that particular moment, the void he left when he pulled out was so emptying it hurt.