“Why?” I croaked as my heart beat hard against the cage of my ribs like some rabid animal fighting to be freed.
“Because I love you,” he growled. “Because I fuckin’ love you enough to tear the world apart if it wrongs you, if it causes even a minute of misery for my girl with the whiskey eyes. Never felt this way about anything and I don’t want to ever again.”
He was so fierce standing over me, intimidating me with his stance, threatening me somehow at the same time that he wooed me. It wasn’t a threat of violence but of challenge. He wasn’t going to let me take the cowardly way out of this situation or any other. That was one of the reasons I both loved and feared him, because he always forced me to live hard.
Looking up into his warrior eyes, I decided that even if I had to die young as a result it would be worth it to spend the rest of that time with him.
“Loved you since the first day I saw you,” I said, clear and loud, looking right into his eyes.
A ragged groan tore from his throat as I slid my hands up from his chest and into his soft-as-silk hair. I fisted it hard and pulled his lips to mine.
Our chemistry exploded between us like lightning, crackling through the room until our hair stood up in the static. I gasped when his hands rooted in my hair and tugged it back roughly so he could warn me, “Want to take you bare, you good with that?”
I nodded manically. He was clean, I knew because he’d gotten checked the week before, and I had an IUD. I’d been begging him for days to take me raw but he was saving it for a special occasion, he’d said. Apparently, this was it.
“I wanna take you hard, Cress babe. Need you to give it to me good, yeah?”
“Yeah, King,” I panted, the skimpy thong I wore already soaked with anticipation. “Please.”
“You want my cock that badly, babe?” he asked as he skirted his teeth along my jaw and down my neck.
His teeth clamped down there and held me steady as I shuddered.
“Yes, please. Take off your clothes and I’ll show you just how much,” I begged.
He grinned meanly at me. “No, I don’t think so. If you want to see my big cock, you have to earn it. Take off your clothes.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed, swaying towards him as he let me go to walk over to the single bed in the corner of the small room.
He lay on top of it with his hands behind his head, his biceps bulging out to frame his mess of sexy rumpled hair and the dark look in his pale eyes.
“Show me your body,” he ordered again, his voice like smoke as it twined around me. “Show me what no other man will ever fuckin’ see again.”
I shivered again as I moved to the end edge of his bed so he would have the best vantage point. My eyes locked to his because I wanted to see the way they the currents of desire running through them changed the blue to grey to black and back again.
I drew my hands in from my hips bones over the skin bared between my cropped tee and low jeans until they met in the middle at my belly button, then arrowed one up under my shirt while the other went to work at my big belt buckle.
My fingers rolled and pinched my nipples under the flimsy lace of the bra I wore until they were stiff peaks. I tipped my head back slightly so my hair tickled the base of my back, but I could still see King, touching himself through his jeans as he watched me.
With my belt and jeans undone, I delved down into my warm, wet center and gasped as my fingers dragged over my clit.
“Show me how wet you are,” King demanded.
I pulled my index and middle fingers out to show him how they glistened in the light spilling in from the small window.
“Taste how sweet you are.”
The groan that escaped my mouth as I opened my lips to obey him might have embarrassed me once, but now I didn’t care. I was happy for him to know how much I loved being this dirty for him.
My skin was slick and slightly salty against my tongue as I swirled them over it, my mouth open so he could see.
“Fuck, my Queen is sexy,” King rasped, his head pressed back hard into the one hand that cupped it against the wall.
The other squeezed brutally against the enormous length of his erection beneath his jeans. My mouth watered at the sight. I wondered if he would let me handle him that roughly and wetness slipped down my inner thighs to soak the crotch of my pants.