Smart girl.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, amused when her eyes snap to mine, sharp knives shooting from them.
“I trust you with my life. But do I trust you not to rip me in half? Absolutely not.”
I grin, baring my teeth in a savage smile. “You get off on my pain, don’t you, Addie?”
Before she can protest, I position the head of my cock at her tight entrance and gently push in. Her eyes pop open, the pain registering as I slowly stretch her. My fingers are working her clit immediately, balancing the agony with pleasure.
“Zade,” she breathes, a war raging within her. Her nails are digging into my outer thigh again as I breach past the tight ring and slowly sink myself inside her.
Groaning, I bite her shoulder, nearly vibrating with the need to both draw blood and fuck her ass until she’s sobbing.
Somehow, I refrain from both. As much as I love to hurt her, I have no desire to do so without bringing her pleasure, too.
Methodically, I work myself inside her until there’s nothing more of me to give.
“Fuck, baby, you take it so fucking good,” I praise. “That’s it, good girl, open up for me.”
She fists the sheets, and like a flower blooming beneath the sunlight, her entire body relaxes, accepting me inside her as if it’s the only thing that gives her life.
We’re both trembling, on the precipice of shattering from how tightly we’re fitted together. I give her thirty seconds—a small increment of time to adjust. It’s all the control I possess.
Releasing a deep breath right when I hit that mark in my head, I withdraw to the tip before driving back inside of her. She yelps, and I circle her clit harder, earning a sexy little whimper that has me tensing with need.
“I own every part of you, Adeline. And I will make you feel me for fucking days when I’m done with you.” I set a steady pace, her body like soft clay beneath my insistent hands, and I mold her into me until the two of us become one.
“God,” she moans, her voice choked with pleasure.
“That’s it, keep moaning my name. I’ll take us home to paradise if you pray hard enough,” I taunt, fucking her harder.
“Oh, God, like that,” she gasps, her head kicking back. “Right there, Zade.”
I growl, pleasure pooling in the base of my spine, the sounds of our flesh smacking arising.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little whore,” I rasp. “You’re squeezing me so tight, it’s like you can’t stand to lose me.”
“Yes,” she mewls, her voice husky and cracking with desire.
“Yeah? You want it deeper?”
She pants, nodding her head eagerly, and it’s all I can do to not spill inside of her.
I flip her onto her stomach and roll on top of her, then lift her hips until she’s on her knees. Her gasp turns sharp when I slide back inside her tight ass, the angle allowing me to fuck her deeper.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathes, ending it in a high-pitched cry. She jerks forward, almost as if to pull away, but I tighten my hold on her hips, refusing to let her escape.
“Can you take it, little mouse?” I challenge. “I know how much you love to run, but I want to see what it looks like when you stay.”
Panting, she slams back into me, causing my head to kickback from the utter bliss. It takes a few seconds to gather my wits, on the precipice of losing it altogether.
“There's my good little whore,” I murmur, then I begin to move, gradually quickening my pace, making sure to not injure her.
“Zade…” she moans, long and loud while I fuck her faster, spurred on by the way she arches her back, nearly begging for more.
Soon, she’s meeting my thrusts again, and the pleasure that settled in the base of my spine swells. I crowd over her, one hand fisting cinnamon strands and bending her head back until our mouths touch, while my other slips beneath her and finds her swollen clit again, delighting in the way she begins to sob.
Sweat coats our skin, and the vulgar sounds deriving from where I fuck her battle with the sharp noises from flesh hitting flesh. Yet, her screams rise above it all, filling the room and entwining with my own moans, a crescendo of pleasure echoing throughout Parsons Manor.
I trade between kissing and nipping her lips and hovering above them, swallowing every fucking syllable she produces.
She tenses, and her tight ass clenches around my cock as she nears her climax. I rub her clit faster, desperately chasing her toward it so I can send us both flying.
Her eyes roll, and she shudders as if a demon is being exorcised from her body. And then she breaks. A scream releases from her throat, the tortured sound bleeding into my name.