Page 134 of Rage
A gasp leaves my lips. I’m panting. My legs spread wide instinctively. My breath is coming out fast and ragged.
The head of his cock hits me deep. The slapping of skin fills the bedroom. One hand digs into my left hip. His right palm is flat on the mattress by my head.
I arch my back. He takes one nipple, then the other. He trails his tongue between my breasts to the hollow part of my neck.
His eyes meet mine. I blink, and his right hand wraps around my neck. Then slowly over my mouth. “Do you trust me, Amy?”
I nod because I do. How could I not?
If he wanted to hurt me, he could, but I know what this means. It’s no secret he likes to push my body to its limit. I found I like his pleasure just as much as his pain.
Every time he fucks me, he shows me a little more. Goes a little harder. And this time is no different.
His hand stops at my throat.
Not squeezing.
Not yet.
Just resting there, heavy and warm, his thumb against the pulse jumping beneath my skin.
“Look at me,” he says.
I do.
The room narrows to his face above mine. His hair falls forward. His eyes are black with control and something worse than hunger. Restraint. The effort of holding himself back when every part of him wants to take.
“I need words before I do this,” he says.
My breath catches.
Saint’s gaze flicks to my mouth. “Not because I don’t know you want it. Because I know what it means when you give it to me.”
The ache in my chest is worse than the one between my thighs.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His fingers tighten but barely. “If you need me to stop, tap my wrist twice.”
I nod.
“No.” His voice sharpens. “Say it.”
“If I need you to stop, I tap your wrist twice.”
“Good girl.”
The praise hits like heat poured straight through me.
His mouth lowers to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. He hovers there, close enough that every breath I take feels borrowed from him.
“Now give me your fear,” he whispers. “I’ll give it back as something else.”
His hand slides over my mouth. His thrusts are harder, deeper. A muffled moan escapes as my pussy grips his cock tighter in anticipation.
Waiting for him to do what he wants.
He pinches my nose. My eyes go wide, and he smiles. “Take it, Amy. Come all over my fucking dick.”
