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Gleam (The Plated Prisoner, #3)(124)

Author:Raven Kennedy

“Fine,” she huffs on a rasp, looking pissed, but she can’t fool me. Her aura gives her away, just like the blush on her cheeks and the quick pulse of her neck. She likes being teased. And she likes my dirty talk even more. “I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck me hard, I want you to bury your cock in my—”

Before she can finish her sentence, my hips punch up, and I surge into her with one hard thrust.

“Oh, goddess…” She cries out, spine arching, head thrown back, while I get damn tunnel vision because being inside her is fucking sublime.

A ground-out noise drags up my throat, and it’s all I can do to not spill inside her right here and now. Her cunt squeezes my cock like she was made for me, so tight that I have to grind my teeth to keep from fucking into her like a madman. I probably should’ve gone slower, but I just couldn’t wait another second to be sheathed in her heat.

I force myself to stay still, to let her body get used to me so I don’t hurt her. But she clearly has other ideas, because she starts to gyrate her hips. “Stop that, I’m letting you adjust,” I reprimand playfully, leaning down to run my mouth over her breasts, tongue flicking out to lap at her peaked nipple.

“I’m adjusted,” she pants out, making me chuckle. “I want more. I need you to move.”

I need to move too. Having her pinned like this, her body hugging my cock, is enough to make me lose my mind. But I want her to lose hers too. “Look at you, you’ve had my cock for two seconds, and you’re already begging for more.”

Her scowl is damned adorable.

I grab her thigh and hook it around my waist, right where I like it.

“Move,” she urges, lifting her hips up again.

“I’m enjoying the view.”

Smirking at the impatient frown on her face, I take my time to stroke behind her leg and then travel up the curve of her ass, loving the way it feels in my palm as I squeeze it. I use my hold to tip her hips up slightly, and then I drag my length out of her before slowly pushing back in, her frown morphing from one of frustration to pleasure.

“Yes…” she whimpers.

I do it again, but this time, I drive in so hard I make her body slide up the bed. Her ribbons shoot up to curl around the bedposts, and they go firm to hold her in place.

I can feel my eyes practically light up. “Oh, the things I’m going to do with those ribbons…”

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips like the idea excites her, and I lean down to nip at it, punching my hips forward with another deep thrust that makes her gasp. “You like the sound of that?” I love the way her cheeks flush, the way her eyes dilate. I’m going to make it my personal mission to bring that blush of heat over her as many times as I possibly can.

“Y-yes.”

“Good.”

Another hard thrust, but her body doesn’t move away this time, not with the way her ribbons hold her in place. Both of my hands grip her hips, tilting her up to the perfect angle.

The second she’s where I want her, I drag my cock out and start fucking her harder, relishing in the way her breasts bounce with every drive of my hips, at the look on her face as I drive into her. She begins to writhe beneath me, her back arching up in a bended beg, and I’m all too happy to oblige her.

My head dips down to lick a line over the slope of her breasts, and a little mewl escapes past her plush lips. “I’m going to fuck these too. Spill my seed on you, mark you as mine everywhere.”

“Oh, gods, I need…”

“What do you need, Auren?” I say against her breast before giving the other one just as much attention. Her nipples are darker, almost bronze, the tight tips practically begging for my touch. I flick my tongue over it, promising myself I’m going to taste every inch of her. Take her as many times as I can before the sun dawns.

“Faster,” she begs. “Harder. Make me feel good.”

“You want to come, baby?”

Her eyes flare at the endearment. “Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you hard and fast while my fingers play with your clit?”

“Yes!” she cries out with wanton restlessness.

I reach down and pick her up, her ribbons instantly giving me the slack I require as I reposition us on the broken bed. She’s on my lap before she can blink, and I lift her by her waist, dragging her up my cock and then slamming her back down.

“Fuck!” The curse flies from her mouth, and her hands perch on my shoulders, little nails digging into my skin. I hope she leaves a mark, makes little crescents of claim all over my back.