Page 42 of Striking
“Please, Rhys,” I beg in a voice I don’t even recognize. “I need...”
I whimper as he fills me completely and dig my nails into his incredible ass, desperate to keep him there as ecstasy overwhelms me.
“Breathe, Bellamy. I know what you need.” He pulls out, and. . .oh God,slaps his hand against my pussy before pushing back in with a beautifully hard snap of his hips against mine. “I’ve got you.”
I close my eyes as my entire body vibrates, strung tight on the point of a blade, ready to tip over the edge.
Rhys sets a relentless rhythm.
One I crave.
One I can’t control.
One that might break me irrevocably.
Another orgasm is there, just out of reach. Building deep within me.
Threatening to destroy me.
Sapphire eyes lock on mine, and a strong hand wraps around my throat. “Breathe, Bellamy.” His thumb skims my jaw, and a deliciously wicked grin falls into place.
Rhys’s hips slow, moving in time with each shallow breath that passes my lips. Magnifying every touch. Dragging them out. Burning me alive. Until I’m nothing but one giant exposed nerve, raw and pulsing in time with the beat of my heart.
He’s controlling me.
My body.
My breathing.
My pleasure.
Giving me exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
And asking me for only one thing in return.
Trust him.
And I do. It makes no sense. But I trust this man with my body and my life.
Heat runs thick through my veins as a twin pulse beats in my chest and throbs in my pussy, and a cool shiver dances over my hot skin.
Rhys’s thumb rests against my wildly thrumming pulse as his lips brush mine. “You want to come, little bee?”
“Please...” I beg with a nearly silent plea and shiver at the rumble that comes from his chest.
Our bodies move together until we’re both slick with sweat and desperate for relief.
Pleasure pulsing between us as we chase the highest high.
Until we’re moving as one.
Until I can’t possibly last another second.
Until . . .
“Come now, Bellamy,” my husband growls, and it’s the most sinfully sexy thing I’ve ever heard.
His fingers find my pussy and circle my clit before he pinches it as his grip on my throat tightens. A searing heat suddenly covers my skin while I shatter into a million pieces.
