Page 73 of Twisted Steel

Then his mouth is on me.I cry out.There’s no easing into it, no soft little teasing kiss.He licks through me with a groan that vibrates straight into my clit, his hands locking around my thighs to hold me open.My thighs jerk, but he doesn’t let me close them, doesn’t let me hide.

“Steel.”

He looks up from between my legs, mouth wet, eyes savage.“Hold still.”

The command should piss me off.Instead, I melt.He smiles like he knows it.Bastard.Then he lowers his mouth again and ruins me.

His tongue works over my clit in slow, filthy strokes, then faster when my hands twist in the sheets.He learns me too quickly.The pressure that makes my thighs shake, the rhythm that makes my breath hitch, the hidden place that makes my entire body go tight.

When he pushes one thick finger inside me, I choke on a moan.

“Fuck,” he mutters against me.“So tight.”

My fingers fly to his head, grabbing at him, holding him there because I can’t do anything else.He adds another finger, stretching me, working me open while his mouth stays on my clit, relentless and dirty and perfect.

Pleasure builds fast.Too fast.Sharpened by fear and relief and the weight of him watching every reaction like he needs to memorize how I fall apart.

“Steel,” I gasp.

“I’ve got you.”His voice is rough against my pussy.

Then he sucks my clit into his mouth, fingers curling deep, and the orgasm hits so hard my vision blanks.I cry out, arching into him, thighs shaking around his head.He holds me through it, mouth still working me, drawing every last pulse of pleasure from my body until I am trembling and trying to push him away with boneless hands.

He crawls back up my body.Slow.Predatory.His mouth finds mine, and I taste myself on him.It should embarrass me.Instead, I moan into his mouth.

He goes still for a moment before he kisses me harder, dirtier, letting me taste what he did to me while his body presses between my thighs.

I feel his length, hard, thick, and heavy against me.My brain tries to file a complaint while my body wants to sign consent forms in triplicate.I reach for his belt again, and this time, he lets me.The buckle comes undone.Then the button.Then the zipper.My hand slides into his jeans, and when my fingers wrap around his thick cock, Steel’s entire body locks.

“Harper.”His voice is a warning and a plea.

He is hot and hard in my hand, bigger than I expected, and my mouth goes dry at the thought of taking him inside me.

I stroke him once, and his head drops beside mine with a rough curse.“Careful.”

I tighten my grip slightly.“You telling yourself or me?”

His chuckle is dark and wrecked.“Both.”

There’s nothing pretty about the way we finally come together.It’s heat and hands and whispered curses.It’s him kicking off his jeans, me spreading my legs wider, both of us breathing too hard.It’s my hand guiding him closer, his body shaking above mine, the head of his erection pressing against my entrance.

He stops, waiting.“Say it,” he rasps.

I wrap my legs around his hips.“Please take me.”

He pushes inside me slowly, and the stretch steals my breath.He is big enough that my body has to adjust inch by inch, and he feels every second of it.His jaw clenches, tendons stand out in his neck, and his arms shake where he braces over me.

He freezes immediately.“Do you want me to stop?”he asks through clenched teeth.

“No.”I clutch his shoulders.“Just ...give me a second.”

He gives me one.He gives me as many as I need.

When I roll my hips beneath him, his control fractures by degrees, not brutally but rough enough that I feel every inch of him.Every slow drag out.Every deep, restrained thrust back in.Every breath against my skin.Every filthy word he presses to my ear.

“You’re taking me so good, baby.”My nails bite into his shoulders.“Fuck, you feel perfect.”He moves harder.Deeper.“You have no idea how many times I thought about this.About having you under me.Around me.Making those sounds.”

“Steel.”