Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

With one swift movement, he drives inside me.

I get the full force of him.

Fuck.

It's intense.

But it feels so fucking good.

He goes deeper.

Harder.

Again.

His grip around my neck tightens.

He has me pinned.

I can barely move my legs—my panties are around my knees. And he's between then.

I'm completely at his mercy.

But there isn't a single part of me that's scared.

He drives into me again and again.

It's overwhelming, that sense of being full.

Or being held down.

Of being under his control.

He nips at my neck, holding my body against his as he drives into me again and again.

Fuck, he feels so good.

And the way he groans against my neck—

I do believe I deserve this.

That I have done penance.

That everything is going to be okay.

He keeps me pinned to the bed as he fucks me.

That last bit of guilt fades away. Until my body is nothing but pleasure. But the ache of desperately needing to come.

I clutch at the sheets.

I buck my hips against his.

He pins me harder.

Tightens his grip around my throat.