dominantly pushed the back of my thigh, lifting my knee onto the bed. My thong fell to my ankles, and he spread my leg wider.
Then he dragged the head of his engorged length through my heat, and without pause or mercy, he drove into my body.
Tight.
So fucking tight, my eyes rolled back and I forgot who the hell I was.
But I couldn’t forget her tears.
Gutted and enraged, I made a vow. Amherst was going to pay. He was going to fucking pay hard.
Right after I erased every memory of him touching her.
Deep inside the only woman I’d ever given pieces of myself to, I stilled even though I knew giving her a moment to adjust was a joke. She was virgin tight, and I was going to hurt her more than the heated tint on her ass from my hand. Stretching her, using her, she was going to feel me later, and the bastard in me fed off it. He fucking relished in it.
Grabbing her hips, I pulled back and thrust deep.
Her tears of the past mixed with my invasion, and she cried out.
The tortured sound triggered the beast in me.
Pulling back, slamming into her harder, my mind bent, and ten years came to fruition.
One moment I was finally taking my siren into my arms, the next I was pounding out a decade of anger and thrusting to erase every goddamn memory she ever had of sex.
Wrapping an arm around her, grabbing her breast, holding her to me, I drove in and out of her tight cunt to the sound of her cries. My thumb on her clit, every thrust making her wetter, I demanded more.
“Cry for me, Songbird.” I worked her hard nipple. “Show me how my hands on you make you sing. How I make your body come alive.”
Strained and nothing like her voice on stage, her guttural cry filled the room.
“That’s it.” I increased the pressure on her clit and nipple. “I’m going to push you over the edge. My hands, my cock, my body—I’m the one doing this to you.”
Her cunt spasmed, then tightened around me.
“Beg for it,” I demanded, releasing her clit. “Beg me to let you come, Songbird.”
Her thighs shaking, her hips moving with mine, she fucking submitted like a dream. “Please, please, please.”
Driving deep, bottoming out on her, I caught both nipples and gripped hard before I twisted. “Show me how I make you hum.”
Her head fell back, and she moaned like an animal.
“I own your orgasms. I own this cunt.” I released her nipple and grasped her clit. “Remember that.”
“Ronan.”
“Give it to me, Songbird,” I demanded, grinding my hips. “Come.”
Her mouth opened, but her voice went silent, and I could feel the moment her body fractured from her mind.
A tremor wracked her entire frame, and tighter than I ever imagined, her cunt constricted. Clamping down on my cock, milking me with pulse after pulse of her orgasm, she fucking detonated.
Every goddamn thing in the world fell away, and I came inside her.
Jesus.
Jesus.
Songbird.
My Songbird.
I fucking came inside my Songbird.
My head spinning, possession caving my fucking chest in, I didn’t want to pull out. I wanted to bury myself deeper and never come up for air.
But time.
Fuck, we didn’t have time.
Forcing myself back to reality, I glanced at my watch.
Shit.
Running my hand down the perfect arch of her back, I held her hip and slowly eased back as my fucked-up head told me to thrust back in deep. My cock soaked with both of our releases, the beast in me fantasized about her on her knees licking me clean, and it hit me.
I wasn’t going to be able to let her go.
Her chest heaving, her ass still in the air, one knee on the bed, she was a fucking vision and all I could think was mine.
Fuck, she was mine.
Zipping my pants, I watched my release drip out of her and run down her leg, but she didn’t move. Whether it was a conscious decision or not, I never considered pulling out when I came, and that alone told me how fucked my head was.
“Stay,” I ordered.
Buckling my belt, I strode into the bathroom and wet a washcloth. Walking back out, seeing she hadn’t moved, the corner of my mouth tipped up for a brief second.
I brought the cold washcloth to her thigh, and she jerked.
“No time to let the water run warm.” Wiping her, letting my thumb coast over her entrance, I pressed against her clit.