Page 99 of Red Masquerade

“Please what, darling?” But his fingers hadn’t loosened their viselike grip on the flesh of my thighs. His eyes were dark, pupils completely dilated, the bit of the gray iris gone as his hunger took over.

What would it take for him to snap?

“Please let me come,” I whispered, feeling that I wasso close, but all I wanted was his cock. “Please fuck me.”

His eyes were near-black. “As you wish.”

In the blink of an eye, he was upon me, pressing himself at my entrance, just enough to part me around him. But he didn’t push in. He stood there, holding my thighs open, completely bared to him. His unclothed chest sparkled with a thin sheen of sweat, his hair ruffled from my fingers. He watched me writhe, high off the sensations running through my blood, worked up into a frenzy from his tongue.

My brain was short-circuiting, like a live electric wire with no ground, energy with nowhere to go. I couldn’t catch my breath, held at the precipice, unable to fall.

He gazed down at me, the harsh angles of his face stern and unmoving, eyes trailing over my breasts, over the spot where his strong hands held me down, held me open.

I fisted my hands in the sheets, trying to buck my hips to get some relief. “Please.”

“You’re beautiful when you beg,” he murmured, just barely moving forward. His cock pushed at the band of resisting muscles, but stopped again. I knew I was wet enough, my heat slick with my arousal, that it would take nothing for him to spear himself into me. And yet, he watched me writhe, enjoying my discomfort.

I wanted to curse him, but the pleasure I felt when his flesh parted mine was enough to make me forget everything.

“Do you like it when I do this to you?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. He gripped himself, running the head of his cock between my folds, teasing me. I wanted to cry. “Do you like it when I deny you?”

I didn’t know how to answer. I tried to wrap my ankle around his back, to pull him closer, but those strong hands grabbed my thighs, pushing them upward, my knees falling over his elbows. I couldn’t move.

Frustrated tears gathered at the corners of my eyes.

“You’ll never be able to have anyone else’s cock,” he said, positioning himself once more, making my muscles clench at nothing. “You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else,” he growled, entering me one inch, “without thinking about me.”

I nodded, my thighs burning with the position, my lungs gasping for air. My head swam, but it was like I had become nothing but a mewling puddle.I’m yours, I’m yours.

I must have breathed the words, because his grip on my thighs tightened impossibly, his cool restraint slipping.

“I am going to ruin you for anyone else,” he promised, slowly pushing in halfway.

It still wasn’t enough.

“Please,” I begged. My hands scrambled to grab him, but he wouldn’t budge.

He leaned forward, his hand snaking toward my throat, his body forcing my legs to remain open around his hips. His thumb found the sensitive point of my pulse under my ear. I didn’t recognize his eyes anymore. They were so dark, so lost. It struck fear through me that only made me wetter.

He watched my pulse flutter against my skin before he roughly wrenched my chin to the side, forcing my gaze to the wall. His nose trailed over my pulse.

“I want to eat you,” he said. I felt him shake, like he was holding himself back. “I want to consume every bit of you, so you can’t leave.”

Black stars appeared at the edges of my vision.

Do it.

The lack of air heightened the feeling of the press of his cock into me. He slid further in, inch by agonizing inch, until he was fully seated within me, his hips pressed flush against mine. The delicious stretch near caused me to fall over that edge, but he didn’t move, just held himself so deeply within me, forcing himself into the deepestpart of me.

I felt his teeth tease my throat. “I want to drink you, so no one else can have you.”

I’m yours.

How could he not see that? How couldn’t he see how lost I was for him?

The blackness nearly swallowed my whole vision, threatening to pull me under, before he wrenched his grip away from my neck. I sucked in air, deflating against the bed at the same time he began pumping into me brutally, his hips slapping against mine. Lewd noises echoed in the room.

I cried out, my orgasm tumbling closer, until it crested through me.