Page 466 of Face Off
“Inside me?”
“With my name leaving your mouth before fear, guilt, or anybody else gets a piece of you.”
His next thrust presses harder.
My body tightens around him.
Ryan’s hand leaves my breast and moves between my thighs. His fingers find my clit while his cock continues sliding slowly inside me.
Pleasure begins coiling through the soreness.
“Ryan.”
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“It does.”
His rhythm stops immediately.
I reach behind me and catch his hip before he can pull away. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
“What kind of hurt?”
“The kind I want.”
His breath leaves hard against my neck.
“Use better words,” he says.
“You stretched me open twice last night, and I can still feel you everywhere.” I push back against him. “It hurts enough to remind me I’m not dreaming, and I want more.”
His control fractures without disappearing completely.
Ryan tightens his arm around me and drives deeper. His fingers work faster between my thighs while his mouth moves along my shoulder and throat.
“Look at me.”
The angle makes it impossible to turn fully, but Ryan catches my jaw and guides my face toward his.
“Mírame.”
I hold his eyes over my shoulder.
“This is all of me,” he says. “The man who wants you soft beneath him, loud enough for the neighbors, possessive enough to hate every mile between us, and terrified enough that one joke about a wedding nearly stopped his heart.”
Emotion and pleasure tighten together inside my chest.
“I want all of him.”
“You have him.”
“Then stop being careful.”
“I’m taking care of what belongs to me. That isn’t the same thing.”
His fingers press harder against my clit.
The orgasm rises quickly, sharpened by the soreness and the slow drag of him inside me. My body begins trembling between his arms.
