Yours Tonight (Reign 1)

“Please,” I said, louder than I meant.

Something was happening to me. The fire was taking over. Demanding more. My body couldn’t handle it. After feeling his hand against me—inside me—only to have it taken away, was torture. It sparked a want for much, much more.

Whatever woman I’d been up until that moment, the woman that laid dormant in fear, was rousing with wild passion. Needing it. Ready to fight to get it. It was a switch I didn’t fully understand, but it had been flipped. Just like the first night I met Jack.

But he ignored me and continued to lick at my breasts. He had to be torturing me on purpose. The more I begged, the more he’d stay to his path.

But I needed him.

All of him.

I wanted the unleashed slave to pleasure, Jack the man, not Jack the machine. He’d turned my body into a livewire hopping and jumping with sparks like it was snapping with electricity on wet asphalt.

More.

It was all my brain suddenly understood.

Think. I had to think.

I reached over and felt around on the nightstand for the box of condoms, and quickly grabbed one. Ripping it open, I reached down between us in record time and tried to put it on him. But my lack of experience and his quick hands stopped me.

“I said,” he bit my nipple and I hissed, “I wasn’t done yet.” I had gotten the tip of the condom on, but Jacked rolled it all the way down. Not that he was anywhere close to giving me what I wanted. At least now I could try to coax him. I was on the brink of finally smothering all of the past memories—the nightmares—and replacing them with this moment. I needed that replacement. So much that I would do anything to have it.

“More,” I said more harshly, and raked my nails down his back. He groaned and unleashed my breast. I took the opportunity to wiggle down until I felt the tip of his erection at my opening.

He gripped my wrists and brought them over my head, his face laced with anger as he glared down at me, his nose almost touching mine. It was a battle of wills now.

“You’re brave, I’ll give you that, but you just made a big mistake, baby.” His teeth were clenched, his big body over mine and arms spread to hold my wrists locked above my head. All I could see were his dark eyes and bulging biceps in my peripheral vision.

“You know why I like control?” he said with venom in his voice. “Because, without it, little girls like you would get scared off.”

“I’m not scared of you,” I breathed. “I just want you. I want this moment.”

My answer seemed to both upset and fuel him. Because he moved to keep both wrists locked in one hand overhead, while he grabbed my chin in the other.

“You may regret that.”

He thrust hard inside of me and I yelled out.

It burned a little, the fit was tight, but the sudden feeling of fullness, of his heat warming me from the inside out, took over any discomfort.

With one hand still locked around my wrists, the other reached beneath me and hugged the small of my back, pulling himself deeper into me, while keeping me still.

“Oh, God!” The spot he’d touched inside was now being hammered over and over as he pumped in and out with such raw power that flames licked over my skin with an instant orgasm rising.

“Don’t you fucking dare come yet,” he growled. “You wanted this?” He thrust harder, my breasts bouncing between us. “You wanted to challenge me?” He bent his head to snare my nipple with a quick suck, then bite, which only made me beg for more. “Then you’ll earn it.”

I watched the ceiling, watched him move over me, in me. He was all strength and fierceness. And I was caught beneath…surrounding him. I locked my legs behind his back, the contrast of my light skin against his tan was beautiful. His body moved like a dream, as if built to move just like this…built to take over another. Take over me.

I was his captive. And I liked it.

His hips and back continued to move, pounding in and out of me with purpose. With intent. I stared at the mirrors. Red welts marred his shoulders, and I realized they were track marks from my nails. The sight dialed my already raging need another degree hotter.

The roughness, the way he clung to me, made me feel, not like a victim, but like a woman who could bring a man, this man, to his desires, was empowering. He was strong, so I had to meet him halfway. And it was a good feeling.

He looked at my face, then looked up over his shoulder to view what I was viewing.

“You like me dominating you, don’t you?”