“Tell me.” The sheer need in her voice shreds my control. I can feel it snapping, thread by thread. Her next words only make it worse. “Tell me you’re spinning out just as much as I am. Tell me I’m not in the depths alone.”
I can’t deny the thread of fear in her voice, can’t stop myself from wanting to assuage it even if it means I scare her in different ways. I curse. “I want to fuck you bare.” Damn it, what am I saying? It’s too much, too intense. Not that it matters. I can’t fucking stop. “I want to tie you to my bed and help myself to every bit of you on my whim. To tease you and fuck you and make you come until you know exactly who you belong to.”
She inhales harshly. “I belong to myself.”
I know that. It’s part of what makes her so unforgivably attractive to me. Just one of the many puzzle pieces that come together to form this woman who I can’t get enough of. “You didn’t ask me for the truth. You asked what I want.”
She turns her face to my neck and kisses my throat. “Get a condom, Eros.”
A condom. Right. Because I cannot, under any circumstances, fuck her bare. Not like this, not without a very clear conversation beforehand. One that I’ve never had before, never needed.
What the fuck is happening to me?
I’m spinning out just as badly as she is. I’m in the depths beside her.
It takes more effort than it should to move away enough to grab the condoms from the top drawer of the nightstand. To stop touching her long enough to tear open the wrapper and roll the condom on.
Psyche doesn’t wait for me. She grips my cock and guides it to her entrance. I fight to hold still, to let her guide this, and the effort has me shaking. Psyche, the little asshole, knows it. She keeps hold of me, dipping the head of my cock into her pussy again and again, but never letting me sink more than an inch into her.
“Tease,” I growl.
She’s breathing just as hard as I am, shaking just as hard as I am. Her hazel eyes hold a challenge I feel right down to my very soul. “Do something about it.”
My leash snaps.
I move back onto my knees and grab her wrists, shifting them to one of my hands and shoving them up over her head. She presses against my hold as if she can’t help herself, and her lips part in a moan. “Yes, like that.”
I’m fighting a losing battle. I want this woman too desperately to do this properly. I haven’t actually managed to maintain enough control to seduce her the way she deserves. I just want to fuck and fuck and fuck until my presence is tattooed on every inch of her body. I settle between her legs. “You want me to get rough with you, Psyche? Fuck you like a godsdamned monster?”
She shivers harder. “Yes.”
I notch my cock at her entrance. She’s soaked and ready for me, but I still have to slow down enough to work my full length into her. It’s only when I’m seated deep inside her that I manage to keep talking. “I think you’re a little liar.”
“What?” She tries to free her hands, but I’m having none of it. If she grabs my ass like she did last night, sinking her nails in, this will all be over far too soon.
I nip her earlobe. “You might belong to yourself, but I think the same dirty little part of you that wants me to fuck you hard also wants me to claim you.” I slide slowly out of her and then back in, teasing. “I think you want me to remind this pussy who it belongs to.”
“It’s temporary.” She might be trying to sound assertive, but it almost comes out as a question.
“Temporary or not, you’re mine, Psyche.” I use my hold on her wrists to leverage myself up a little, pressing them hard to the mattress. “Do you want to see how I fuck someone who’s mine?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I don’t ask again. I loop one arm under her thigh and open her wider for me. And then I hold her down and fuck her. There’s no finesse. No seduction. It’s pure animal instinct, the desire to claim, the need to make her mine in a way I’ve never made anyone mine. Not once.
I release one of her wrists. “Touch your clit. Make yourself come.”
“I’m already halfway there.” But she does exactly as I command, sliding her hand down her soft stomach to circle her clit.
I slow down just enough that I can watch myself slide in and out of her, witness this claiming in the most archaic of ways. Maybe I’ll regret this later and I’ll want to take it all back. But right now, the only thing I desire is to feel Psyche’s pussy clenching around my cock as she comes.