she shivers beneath me.
“I will chase away your demons, Adeline, and they will run and hide because
I’m fucking scarier.”
I thrust inside of her deeply to emphasize my point, earning a sharp gasp. Her
hand slaps down on my hip, sliding back until her claws dig into my ass.
“Zade,” she whispers, arching her back and grinding into me.
Biting back another groan, I lift her leg and hook my arm beneath her knee,
keeping my thrusts short and hard and hitting that sweet spot inside of her that
makes her pussy weep. Addie’s eyes roll, sleep-addled moans filling the room and inside my chest, spurring me to fuck her harder and faster.
I anchor her leg higher by sliding my hand up to her throat and squeezing tightly, eliciting higher-pitched moans with the new angle. I clench my teeth, overcome with a rainfall of emotions. Rage. Love. Need . Obsession.
As they swell and magnify, my hand ascends up her neck and to the underside
of her jaw.
“Look at me while I ruin you, Adeline.”
Grip harsh, I jerk her face towards mine, capturing her wide caramel pools with my own.
“You will always be mine,” I growl. “Even in your fucking nightmares.”
A cry rolls past her lips, but she doesn’t shy away. No, she meets each and every one of my thrusts with a force of her own.
Pleasure races down my spine, gathering at the base and nearly blinding me
with ecstasy.
“Oh my God, Zade, please,” she pleads breathlessly.
Releasing her jaw, I slide my hand down the planes of her stomach to her drenched pussy, the tips of my fingers teasing her clit.
“You pray so pretty, little mouse,” I murmur. “But I want to hear you
screaming for mercy.”
I pull out of her, my dick protesting loudly, and it’s almost painful to roll away from her to dig through the nightstand.
“What are you doing?” she groans, and I just know her pussy is clenching, searching for me.
Grabbing what I need, I tuck her back into my arms. Her chin rests on her shoulder as she tries to figure out what I’m up to. She looks fucking divine slathered in the moonlight, and it almost distracts me.
Uncapping the lube, I soak my dick in the liquid, gritting my teeth as I spread
it down my length. Still reeling from the loss of her pussy, my hips thrust into my hand involuntarily like a savage with no restraint.
It’s like I’ve always told her—I have no fucking control with her.
“Zade,” she draws out, alarm bells ringing in the tone of her voice.
Before tossing the bottle over my shoulder, I squirt a generous dollop of lube
onto my fingers, then slide them down through the crevice of her ass. She inhales sharply as I coat her backside, and whimpers as I plunge a finger inside, then another, stretching her and preparing her for what’s to come. She shudders,
and whether it’s from surprise or fear, she’s incapable of doing anything else but
gasp for breath.
I take my time stretching her, nipping along her shoulders, and leaving love
bites while wringing little mewls from her throat. By the time I withdraw, she’s
panting, and her muscles are loose. I slide my hand beneath her thigh and lift it
up once more.
“Wait,” she breathes. “You are way too big. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
“Your body was fucking made for me. So you’re going to be a good girl and
fucking take it.”
I just know fear is trickling through her bloodstream now, and her pussy is fucking soaked in response. She’s nervous, yet she keeps those little white teeth glued shut.
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