take him. Her thighs went rigid under his hands as she lowered herself onto his massive length, throwing her head back and digging her nails into his skin as he slowly glided inside.
When his cock was buried to the hilt, her voice joined his in a roar of victory.
"Oh God, Aric!"
That's right. This was fucking meant to be.
Chapter Nine
Coherent thought wasn't possible when Aric was inside her. His cock filled Jocelyn so completely that sensation and pleasure took up all the room in her brain and left no room for reason, regret, or misgiving.
All she could do was ride this tidal wave of feeling, letting go of every thought and emotion that wasn't him. Everything else had fallen away, evaporating like so much dew on a hot summer day. Fear and worry were gone, along with anger and resentment and even the mortification of admitting to Aric that she had been attracted to him from the start.
To think that only hours ago, she had barely been able to admit that to herself.
Later, she would have to explain to Aric that she wasn't accustomed to feeling primal attraction, and that she certainly never meant to act on it.
But that would have to wait.
At the moment, Jocelyn seemed capable of forming only three words—Oh…God…and Aric. They came, unbidden, over and over again—like a mantra, a prayer, as her body shook and trembled around him, doing things she'd never known it to be capable of. Her inner walls slowly eased to accept his massive shaft, then clenched and released, finding a shared rhythm as he began slowly easing out of her before delving back in.
Sweet mercy, it was too much.
Jocelyn had been with a handful of guys in her life. Maybe it had been her bad luck to end up with the inexperienced and uninspired, but she'd always received far more satisfaction from her vibrator than any man in her bed. In fact, she had never had an orgasm in the presence of a man, only when she was alone, unjudged and unobserved.
But next to Aric, even her favorite high-tech toy with its seven settings and thousands of five-star reviews was about as impressive as a rusty can opener—even though all he was doing was simple thrusting while gazing down into her eyes.
But Jocelyn knew it was that gaze that was taking her over the edge.
The sensation was incredible, yes, but if Jocelyn truly concentrated, she might have been able to compartmentalize it. To experience pleasure as simply the contact and friction between their bodies.
Even while writhing, even when she was achingly close to coming, she'd been able to keep a part of herself separate—enough so that when he'd demanded answers from her, she could still tell him to go to hell.
But that resolve had quickly disintegrated when he'd forced her to look into his eyes. It was as though he'd been gifted with some dark alchemy that obliterated her resistance when she looked at him. With each moment, she felt more and more of herself slipping away.
His stare somehow possessed her. It demanded everything from her—every last bit of her body and soul—and she gave without question.
The most astonishing part was that all she had to do was simply close her eyes and shut out the sight of him, and she could escape this alpha magic.
But she didn't want to.
When Jocelyn stared into Aric's eyes, she felt strangely calm. There was a promise of safety in his control. His power and strength meant she could set down her burden, all the toxic emotions that she'd been carrying since she'd run. Dread, panic, agony…all of it dissolved and washed away.
For the first time in her life, Jocelyn found herself believing that a man existed who wouldn't just fill and fuck her. A man who would protect her…cherish her…worship her.
The way she was feeling worshipped now.
With every exhalation, Aric advanced all the way inside her, only to draw back again. Slowly, Jocelyn felt the walls of her pussy adapting to his size, bathing him with slick over and over.
"That's right," he ground out through clenched teeth, never breaking his gaze for even a fraction of a second. "Let go. Give me what I want."
His massive hands gripped the curve of her waist, wadding the fabric of her dress, and she had the distant thought that it would be nice to rip off every shred of Aric's clothes and her own and spend the next few hours exploring every perfect inch of his body.
But she