Connor’s growl ricocheted off the walls. His palm landed on her bare ass harder than before, sending reverberations of bliss through her middle, gathering at her core. Again and again, the firm smacks rained down, each one sensitizing her skin slightly more until she felt like a barrier had fallen. There was nothing to stop the vibrations from reaching her, the sharp licks of pain from biting her where she needed them. This was how her body was meant to be used. She’d been avoiding touch? No. She’d just never been touched by the only person who knew how.
One slap came incredibly close to the needy flesh between her thighs and she came off the bed with a cry. Oh God, if he didn’t do that again, she would die of neglect. Connor’s fingers dug into the cheek of her ass, distracting her from the sting. “Liked that, did you? Twisting and moaning like a greedy little girl. We know just what you need now, don’t we? Is this what it’ll take to make you stay put? Because I will hook you to this bed and land blows on your ass all fucking day. Do you doubt me?”
“N-no.” Slap. “No.”
He dropped her lower body back onto the bed, letting her bounce once before he shoved her legs apart. “Can’t wait anymore. Want.” He inhaled on a curse when he gripped his erection and led himself between her legs. She expected him to slide home right away, but he fell forward instead to press their foreheads together, hand still wedged between their bodies. “Where do I come, Erin?”
“Between my legs,” she breathed. “Inside me.”
He rammed home with a hoarse shout against her neck. Sensation spearing through her belly, she automatically tried to circle his hips with her legs to account for the pressure, but he palmed her knees and kept them open. “Don’t try to limit me. I get all of you. I rule every goddamn inch of that *.” He rocked out slightly and thrust deep again, hissing between his teeth. “All tied up for me. Thighs spread. Tits begging for another suck. I’ve got you where I want you, so hang the fuck on.”
Erin barely had the presence of mind to reach up and wrap her bound hands around the headboard before Connor started to pound. A scream was rent from her throat, long and loud. Oh, Jesus. He was huge and hot inside her, filling and stroking her slick walls with merciless drives of his hips. Beneath her, she could feel the bed inching along the wooden floor, hear the accompanying scrape. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide from the building pleasure. It gathered like a darkening storm as he rode her body, used it in a primal manner reserved only for starving, desperate men. She’d made him this way. Driven him to this state of blind abandon, where he snarled into her neck and fucked her like he might die.
She would die, too. If he were snatched away now, she wouldn’t survive it. No me without him. No him without me. There was no separation between their bodies, just sweat-slicked, intertwined limbs writhing together on the bed. The storm began to break, trembling beginning in her thighs and traveling up to encompass her entire body. Her back bowed to accept the rush of pleasure, and Connor, sensing her oncoming release like only he could, shoved his forearm beneath her ass to angle her perfectly. His name fell from her mouth over and over, in time with the powerful rolls of his hips.
He gripped her jaw in his hand, forced her chin up. “You look at me when you come.” His pace increased until the sound of flesh slapping in the room was enough to speed her even closer. Connor leaned down and spoke very precisely at her lips. “You might escape everywhere else, but you can’t escape this. Me. I’m where you live.”
Erin launched into her climax, floating for an extended moment in the gripping euphoria of it before time sped up again and she was back to shaking and calling out for God. Connor. Both. He panted above her, his powerful body’s movements growing uneven. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, but she would have none of that. Equal measure. She would give him everything, every damn broken piece of herself she had to bargain with, but he would do the same.
She tightened her thighs around his hips and squeezed with every ounce of energy she had left over. “You look at me, too. I don’t want to escape you.” The words were choppy because she could hardly draw enough breath to release them. Connor’s head immediately snapped up, eyes blazing down into hers. Something inside her relaxed and spun wildly all at once. Again she wished her hands were free so she could reach up and grip the strands of his hair. He needed her. Needed touch, even if he might think he wanted control more. “Show me where you come, baby. Show me how. Let me have it. I need it.”
He fell on her with a jagged groan, hips pumping once, twice, before his entire body began to quake. When a man his size shook, everything shook. Erin convulsed right along with him; their bodies were skin to skin, so close that not a breath of air separated them. Feeling his orgasm rock him almost sent her spiraling into an aftershock. She suspected that if her arms were free to hold him, it would have happened. As it was, she could only lie there and absorb his heaving breaths, his elevated body heat. It was glorious. She never wanted to leave this spot. Could live here for all eternity, just pillowing Connor’s body with her own.