Page 315 of Forged in the Fire
“Don’t tease me, Silas. I’m aching, too.”
“What do you need, baby?”
“Your cock.” It was pure desperation as she squirmed to get closer.
“Good thing it’s yours.”
I slammed her down on top of me. Taking her so damn deep that we both choked at the impact.
My cock squeezed around her spasming, clutching walls.
“Fuck. So good. So fucking good. Every time.” I rambled it into the choppy, heated air as I clutched her against me. “Nothing in the world like the feel of you. Heaven when I never thought I could earn it.”
“You belonged here all along,” she raked.
God, I liked the sound of that.
Belonging when I never thought I could.
Finding a home when I thought I was only meant for destruction.
“Together,” I grunted, my hand fucking shaking where I still held her against the throat, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beating against my palm.
Feeling the life. The goodness seeping in and taking over.
I let my palm glide down, riding it over her abdomen and under her shirt so I could get to one full tit.
Pulling the fabric down and toying with her nipple while she ground on top of me.
“Yes. More,” she whimpered, her back rubbing against my chest.
“All of it already belongs to you.”
Her shirt might have said she was Property of the Prez, but it was me who was in chains.
Hostage.
A prisoner.
The only fucking thing I wanted to be.
My other hand joined the first, and I drew her shirt up higher, exposing both tits to the glinting moon.
Rolling and rubbing the pebbled, hardened buds as she rocked over the top of me.
Pleasure sparked and lit.
I kept gliding my hands upward, guiding her arms up until they were locked around the back of my neck.
I kissed along the shell of her ear, muttered, “Ride me, Little Wildfire. Take what’s yours.”
And she did.
She rocked and bucked as she drove me to disorder.
To madness.
To ecstasy.
