When I'm with You (Because You Are Mine 2)
“If you want me to stop at any time, remember what I told you to say?”
She nodded. He really had been holding himself back when it came to her. Tonight, she was going to be the recipient of all that trapped passion. She craved it, but how could she not be intimidated by being the target of all that raw, pent-up sexual power as well?
“Say the words I told you to speak if you want me to stop. I want to know you remember them,” he said grimly.
“End it,” she repeated. “But I won’t want you to. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to use me for your pleasure, Lucien.”
His eyes flashed and a small snarl shaped his mouth. He opened her legs wide and took his cock into his hand.
“Then you will have your wish, ma chère.”
PART VII: When I Need You
Chapter Thirteen
Lucien had told her he’d been burning alive with need for her, and he’d meant every word he said. As he spread her pale thighs and positioned himself to take her, he indeed felt as if a fire were burning beneath his skin, racing in his blood, hollowing out his insides until there was nothing left in him but pure, blazing, cutting desire. He propped himself up on one elbow, watching as he inserted the tip of his cock into the center of her glistening, pink slit, willing her to bloom for him . . . to accept his monstrous need.
They both gasped at the sensation of him stretching her delicate tissues and embedding his cockhead in her clamping, sultry embrace. He lowered his other arm, holding himself off her, and focused on her rapt face as he pushed his cock into her body. He’d been obsessed by the idea of her pussy for the last several days, haunted by the idea of being submersed in her again. It was a sweeter agony than he either recalled or imagined.
A moment later, he bumped his testicles against her damp tissues and caught her shaky cry with his lips. He immediately began to fuck her with short strokes, examining the way her face tightened every time he jabbed at her clit on his forceful downstroke. He groaned in ecstasy. She was too small and feminine for his big, masculine body. Yet she took him without complaint. In fact, if her sublime, rapturous expression was any indication, she liked the way he filled her. The sounds of the waves hitting the breakwater and the distant hum of the city were drowned out by the throb of his heartbeat in his ears. He matched his rhythm to it, so that the pounding in his ears fell into tempo with the slap of his pelvis and balls against Elise’s skin. He withdrew his cock farther and slammed into her harder, grimacing in pleasure. She whimpered and he felt her muscular walls convulse around him. He drove deeper, harder, faster, until a cry popped out of her throat and her nipple chain jumped with each intense thrust.
“Your pussy is perfect,” he grated out, rearing over and pounding his cock high inside her. “Tell me it’s mine. Say it.”
“My pussy is yours,” she said shakily.
Her eyes sprang wide and she keened when he rocketed into her.
“That’s right. Mine,” he uttered savagely, feeling the unbearable, untenable fire rising in him. Fucking Elise truly was like throwing himself wholesale in the flames. He rolled back her hips and came up on his knees. She cried out when he pressed her knees to within inches of her chest and plowed into her. His growl of primal satisfaction twined with her scream. He rode her like that for blissful moments, the flex of her hips providing the perfect counter-rhythm to his demanding strokes, the friction divine . . . too optimal for him to exist in this taut ecstasy for long.
When he felt his balls tingle with impending climax, he forced himself to still high inside her squeezing, hot channel. He gritted his teeth at the sensation of the back of her womb pressing against his cockhead. She squealed. He leaned down and inserted a nipple between his lips. They were swollen from the clamping loops, blood-flushed and red. He lashed at the tender flesh with his tongue, wincing at the delicious sensation of her shuddering around his cock as she came. When he bit tenderly at the sensitive morsel, adding the abrasion of his teeth to the clamp, she jerked her bound arms from over her head and scraped his scalp with her fingernails hard enough to draw blood.
Climax seized him at the sensation. He erupted while pressed deep inside her, pleasure blasting through him like a firebomb. When it relented slightly, he fucked her shuddering pussy with short, hard strokes, still coming, still burning alive, wondering how she could satisfy him so completely, and yet he already wanted more.
He slowed, gasping for air, still planted deep inside her. She quieted by degrees, until her fingers in his hair caressed instead of clawed. She looked sublimely beautiful when he met her stare.
“Don’t get too relaxed,” he said. “I plan to fuck you again in a moment.”
Her fingers paused. “Already?” she asked incredulously.
“I have been waiting for this for a long time,” he said, stroking her clamping channel with his satiated cock and feeling the embers of arousal flicker and smoke.
A small smile shaped her lush mouth. He was uncommonly fond of her curving lips, that sparkle of mischief and fun she got in her sapphire eyes . . . everything about her. He leaned down and touched his mouth to her smile at the same time he withdrew and thrust deep again. She moaned. “I hope you didn’t have any other plans this weekend, because I plan to spend as much time inside you as is humanly possible.”
“I’m here to please,” she murmured, looping her bound wrists behind his neck and squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles. He gasped and began stroking her again. She spoke the absolute truth.
Did she ever.
* * *
Elise had thought he’d been speaking figuratively when he’d said he planned to spend as much time inside her as possible, but he spent a good portion of the entire night doing just that. When he wasn’t inside her, he was making love to her in other ways and making her scream in pleasure. He finally removed her nipple chain and jeweled cuffs, and they drifted off into an exhausted sleep an hour before dawn.