reached down, and grabbed her ankles, and pulled her toward him. She gasped as she slid across the bed.
He leaned over, and undid her pants, and yanked them off her legs. His soon followed in a pile on the floor. His hands hooked in her panties at either hip, and pulled them down her legs as well.
She sat up, and peeled her shirt up over her head. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra, and pulling it free. She tossed it aside.
His stood motionless, his eyes gliding over her, and his breathing accelerated. And then suddenly his big palm was flat on her breast bone, and he was pushing her back onto the bed, his body coming down on top of her, the urge to take her, to dominate her, surging through him. He took her hands in his, lacing their fingers together, and pinned them above her head. He watched as her eyes widened, flaring with desire, her mouth fell open, her breath panting. It excited her, his dominance, his aggressive, all male side. He thought he’d seen it before, it had been in her eyes briefly that night in the desert before the fear had taken over.
Their eyes locked, and something shot through him. This is the one, a voice in his head said. He lifted his head back an inch as the realization crystallized in his brain. And then something made her break eye contact, and look away. Maybe it’d been the look on his face, he didn’t know, but he couldn’t let her get away with it, with hiding from him.
His right hand released hers, and slid to her throat. He pushed up, just enough to bring her jaw back up and her eyes back to him. He held her like that, his hand around her throat. Just enough pressure to have her complete attention, to show her he was in charge. He felt her pulse beating under his thumb, watched as her eyes dilated further. Then he lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her for a long time. She tried to move, but he wouldn’t let her. His mouth moved along her neck, from her collarbone up to her ear, nipping, licking, kissing.
Gradually, he felt her relax under his hold, melting back into the bed in total submission. “Tell me you’re mine, baby. Say it,” he whispered in her ear.
She moaned, his name escaping on her breath, “Cole.”
“Say it,” he demanded softly.
“I’m yours, Cole. You know I am.”
“You want my cock, baby?”
She nodded. “Yes, baby. You know I do.”
His hand slid from her neck, returning to her hand, lacing his fingers back with hers. He held her pinned to the bed as he pushed between her thighs, and plunged into her in one thrust.
She reared her head back, her hips lifting to meet him.
He slid his hands between them, and played with her, stroking her exactly as she liked, not giving her any respite until she was thrashing beneath him.
“Oh, Cole, baby.”
“Want to see you come, sweetheart. Show it to me.”
She only lasted a few more strokes before the torrent he was building in her burst free, and she gave him what he wanted, her head falling back, her breath coming out in half sigh, half moan.
He let her settle a moment, and then he pulled out, and rose up on his knees. “Turn over, babe.”
“What?” she asked still dazed from her orgasm.
“Babe, turn over,” he repeated the order.
She rolled, and his arm slid under her stomach almost immediately. She gasped as he yanked her up to her hands and knees.
His arm still locked tight around her stomach, he pushed her forward. “Grab the headboard.”
She rose up, and did as he said.
His knees moved between hers, pushing them wide, and he slid back into her, his palm resting on the wall near her head. He slammed into her, holding her tight with his arm around her stomach.
She gasped, readjusting her grip on the headboard.
“Hang on tight, babe,” he growled in her ear as his hips thrust against her sweet, round ass.
She tilted her ass up, giving him better access, letting him in deeper.
“Fuck, baby doll. You take my cock so good. Every time. Every damn time,” he growled, powering into her again and again. The arm locked around her waist dropped, and his hand moved between her legs, his fingers delving, finding her sweet spot.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, her mouth falling open. “Oh, God, Cole. Don’t stop.”