Page 192 of Scarlet Wars
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she adjusted to the stretch, her nails biting into my shoulders, grounding herself…groundingme. I could feel her everywhere, the rapid pulse of her heartbeat, the tension slowly unraveling inch by inch.
And then she moved.
Just a fraction. Just enough to roll her hips, to grind down on me like she wasn’t the same woman begging for mercy seconds ago.
A curse fell from my lips as my head dropped to her shoulder, my control slipping dangerously. “Baby…” My voice came out rough, strained. “You’re so tight. It feels like you’re milking my cock for my cum.”
Her lips brushed my ear, teasing. “I am.”
I snapped my hips into hers, once, hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. Her moan shattered between us.
“Fuck,” I snarled, dragging her hips down to meet the next thrust, deeper, meaner, punishing. “I’m losing every fucking bit of sanity here.”
She bit my shoulder. “Join the club.”
A rough laugh tore from my throat.
One hand tangled in her hair, I yanked her head back, baring the line of her throat. My other hand slid between us, thumb pressing down and rubbing tight, vicious circles against her clit.
A low, broken whimper slipped from her lips, and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
“Be a good girl for me, Nightcrawler,” I growled against her skin, lips dragging along her jaw. “Let me fuck you until you forget your own name.”
A shiver ran through her, and I felt it everywhere. Was it the praise—or every filthy word I fed her?
“Whatever you want,” she whispered, her pussy soaked.
I dragged my teeth along her throat, to hear her gasp, to feel her clench around me. “Your tight little cunt barely fits around me, baby,” I murmured, voice low and rough. “But look at you—taking it so well.”
She moaned, loud.Filthy words clearly not a turn off.
I pulled back a little, then drove my dick hard into her again.
“Look down, baby,” I ordered, my voice edged with something dark and commanding. “Look at me stretching you. Filling you with my cock.”
She murmured something incomprehensible, her eyes unfocused, glazed with lust and desire.
Godsdamnit, I needed her to look at me like this every fucking second of every fucking day.
“You’re such a good girl,” I murmured, thrusting deep. “Letting me use this perfect little body to get off. Giving me exactly what I want.”
Her walls clenched around my cock.
She was getting off on it. Every bit of it.
The praise, the control, the way Iownedher.
I growled, thrusted hard, then slapped her clit again. Her wetness gushed over my cock, slick and hot and fucking perfect.
“I knew it,” I gritted, barely holding on. “I knew you liked some pain with your pleasure. You’re soaking me, fucking drowning my cock.”
I slapped her clit once more, hard enough to make her jolt. Her whole body jerked, then bucked into me like she didn’t know whether to fight or come apart.
“You’re mine Emma.”
Slap. Thrust.
“You.”
