Desolation Road (Torpedo Ink 4)

Her breathing was so ragged at first, he didn’t think she would be able to talk to him, but her gaze had jumped to his the moment he spoke. She was learning what he liked—what he demanded. “It burns. So hot. You’re so big.” Each word was punctuated by a gasping breath.

“Do you want me to stop?” He paused, watching her carefully.

“No.” She wailed the denial and again tried to push her hips down on him, thrashing a little. Her breasts jolted and swayed, so beautiful. So sexy. But he couldn’t let her take over.

He stopped her, digging fingers into one hip and her thigh. “We’ll get there. Take a deep breath and relax for me. I’m not going to tear you or do any damage. You’re tight, Scarlet. You’re ready for me, but damn tight. Let me do this right.”

He kept his voice pitched low. The temptation to use his gift was so overwhelming he had to take several deep breaths of his own to back off from the lure of what he knew would be an additional turn-on for him.

He continued to rub her thigh soothingly and pressed steadily and very slowly forward. It felt like fucking heaven and burned like fucking hell. Little beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. He refused to give in to the need to slam into her and bury himself deep. Not yet. Soon, he consoled himself, just not yet.

“This little pussy is mine for a reason, baby. It feels so fucking perfect, doesn’t it? It’s never been this good, has it?”

She shook her head adamantly, more of her red hair spilling everywhere. “No, never.”

The admission was the truth. He was touching her skin without gloves and he could hear lies, but more, when he touched any pulse point, he knew the truth, and she meant exactly what she said, sex had never been so good—not ever. More, he was in her mind, and she was in the same unfamiliar paradise he was in.

“You were born to be mine, Scarlet.” He pushed that idea into her mind. That was being a bastard and maybe outside the rules he’d set for himself, but for him, it was the absolute truth. She had to hear that in his voice.

He was there. He angled his body again so she had to take more of him. Heard her gasp. She didn’t think she could take more. He adjusted her again and then he was balls deep, his abs right against that wall of slick hot heat and snug in her tunnel of scorching silk. He could feel her heart pounding through his cock. He waited a heartbeat. Another. Giving her body a moment to adjust to him.

“Say it for me, so I know you’re with me. I’m going to fuck you hard, baby, now that I know you can take me. Say you know you’re mine and this is what you want. I need to hear it in your voice.” He was giving her one more opportunity to back out because, God help them both, he wasn’t going to be able to let her go if she was as perfect as he believed her to be for him.

“Please, Absinthe, fuck me as hard as you can. I totally was born to be yours. I know I was.” Her breath might have hitched, but the truth was there, as raw as her begging.

He withdrew his cock to the very opening of her slit, feeling the cool air on his shaft, and then he slammed home, the tight grasp of her body making his blood sing. He set a brutal rhythm. Fast. Hard. Deep. Every surge and thrust as he pounded into her set her breasts rocking hard. He loved that. Loved to watch them dance to that vicious pace he set.

“Put your hands on your breasts, Scarlet. Cup them first, from underneath, and then knead them the way I did, hard. I want you to feel it all the way to your pussy. I’ll know.” And he would. She would get wetter, surrounding him with her hot liquid, adding to the scorching heat of her silken grip on his cock. “Pinch your nipples. Have you ever worn clamps?”

She shook her head, but when her gaze jumped to his there was curiosity there.

“Pinch them hard as if you were wearing clamps for me.”

He hadn’t meant to do it, but his voice had gone completely sensual, all command. Her hands immediately were on her breasts, squeezing and massaging. Her fingers went to nipples, a little hesitant at first as if she didn’t know quite what to do, but then more aggressively. His cock swelled impossibly at the erotic sight and he pounded into her even harder, finding himself nearly out of control.

Her breathing changed. Her body coiled tighter and tighter. He knew if she went over, she would take him with her, but he couldn’t stop himself. That had never once happened to him. Not one single time. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes widened, stared into his in dazed confusion. He felt her body clamp down viciously. So fucking hot. A vise of pure ecstasy that felt like a cross between a thousand rasping tongues dragging over his cock and a thousand milking fingers grasping and pulling until his seed exploded out of him like a raging volcano, coating the walls of her channel, heating them even more.