Pulling all the way out, he steals the breath from my lungs when he thrusts forward again.
“Fuck.” He buries his face into the crook of my neck while his lips bristle against my throat. My heart beating so fast, I’m almost positive he can hear it.
“Part of me wants to be gentle with you, to fuck you with slow leisurely strokes. But the beast in me, the part that’s wanted to possess you since the first day I laid eyes on you, wants to rip and tear. To fuck you hard and fast.” Unable to form a response to what he’s said, a whimper releases from deep within my throat. Pulling back a little, he stares into my eyes, and I already know which part of him has won out.
Without warning, he thrusts into me, claiming a piece of my fragile beating heart. Like a stone being tossed into a pond, pain rips through me, a scream catching in my throat. Positioning his hips, he fucks without restraint, owning each thrust, forcing me to not only feel but see him as well. I know then, I’ll never be able to escape him, never be able to forget the piece that he took.
“You’re just as good if not better than I imagined you to be. Tight, warm… so fucking warm.” The words skate across my face, and while each thrust is still painful, there is a deep-rooted pleasure blooming beneath it. It builds, each stroke a match lighting the flames until the heat becomes too much, and I’m sure I’ll burn alive.
Sweat beads above Parker’s dark brow and his eyes focus on mine. He can see the pleasure building, my hips lifting with each punishing thrust.
“I knew you’d love the pain that comes with the pleasure. I knew you’d be my queen.” His lips find mine, and he kisses me in a way that speaks volumes of the way he feels for me. Those full lips devour mine, swallowing every cry and whimper.
While he continues his assault on my mouth, he presses his groin deeper into my core. I’m full, so full, and I never want to forget this feeling. Pulling back, he snakes a hand between our bodies, finding my swollen clit and rubs gentle circles against it.
“Oh…” I sigh, my back bowing.
“Come for me, come on my cock, squeeze me so tight that I won’t be able to forget the way you felt falling apart around me.” The friction and his voice are all I need to ignite the fuse of pleasure, and the long-awaited orgasm zings through me. Like a lightning bolt crossing the night sky. I bare down on his cock, squeezing him so tightly, his eyes roll to the back of his head. The pleasure blinds me for a moment, and I soar through the sky like a bird that’s been freed from its cage.
Then I’m floating, and Parker is owning me, thrusting harder, faster. The headboard bounces against the wall, and my body moves against the sheets. It’s like he’s imbedding himself inside of me. He’s owning you. A little voice chants.
“I want to come inside you, mark you, claim you, your tight cunt as mine, forever-fucking-mine.” His voice is deep, hinging on anger, but his face couldn’t be any calmer, and against my better judgment, I nod my head.
“Yes, come inside me,” I whisper, not understanding why I need that.
With a roar, his movements halt, and he stares at me deeply, a calmness filling his gaze. His hands are clenched fists beside my head, and his body visibly vibrates with pleasure. How I don’t know, but his length seems to grow inside of me, and my eyes widen at the pressure that builds there. And then, I feel it. His sticky seed paints me from the inside out, filling my hole to the brim. I should feel something, knowing that, but I don’t.
Instead, my eyes grow heavy, all the day’s events hitting me at once. Parker takes a moment to gather his wits, and then he eases out of me. I wince in discomfort but don’t say anything as he walks away from the bed, the sound of his feet filling my ears.
He’s leaving… he finally got what he wanted. Rolling over, I push the ache between my thighs away. I should leave too, get out of bed, find my clothes and escape before he comes back, but the warmth of the sheets beneath my bare skin feels so nice that as soon as I’m on my side, my eyes fall closed.
I’ll just lay here for a second…
One second…
14
Parker
My legs are heavy as I drag myself to the bathroom, leaving her behind in my bed. I can’t believe I just did that. I came inside of her after she told me she wasn’t on birth control. What the fuck was I thinking? That’s just it. I wasn’t, at least not with the right head. I’ll have to get her the morning after pill or something of the like. I can’t have her getting pregnant. My father would kill me, and while I want to ruin Willow’s life, I don’t want to ruin mine in the process.