Pike (The Pawn Duet #1) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,75

panties off with one pull. I feel the air on my naked skin for a brief moment and a flash of terror bolts through my chest.

Pike covers me again with his body, his bare chest against mine is a sensation like I’ve never felt. Hard against soft. My nipples ache beneath his warm skin. His cock is hard and hot beneath his jeans as he pushes against my clit causing a ripple of pleasure to course through me. I shudder as my pussy clenches at emptiness, and I groan as the ache demands to be sated as my body demands to be filled.

I rake my nails over Pike’s back, punishing him for not being inside me. Punishing him for making me want him, for making me afraid to want him, but the hiss between his teeth is not one of pain. It’s of arousal, a pure unadulterated need that mirrors my own.

Pike tugs at my hair with one hand, pushing his pants down to his feet with the other, kicking them off.

And there he is. Naked before me. The sight causes me to gasp. Pike’s body is a work of art, all chorded and lean muscle. His tattoos wrap around his hips in an intricate design I want to trace with my fingers and my tongue. His abs are outlined in shadows so deep they look as if they were drawn on. He’s utter perfection. It’s both infuriating and arousing that this man, out of all men, one who acts like the devil himself, is sculpted in the image of a god. An angel wearing a halo of hate and pain that penetrates my soul.

And his cock his as enormous and intimidating as the rest of him. Jutting out before him, grazing his belly button, making me fearful, but in a very different way.

He strokes himself. Once, slowly, and I’m entranced by the movement, fighting the urge to reach out and grab it myself to find out what it would feel like in my own hand.

Pike slowly looks me over, and my body heats under his gaze. I’m nearly naked with my legs spread before him. Suddenly, I’ve never felt so exposed. I clasp my legs together, and he immediately releases his hold in my hair to pry them back apart. His eyes grow even darker as he fixates on the wetness pooling there. I didn’t think it was possible, but he looks even hungrier than before.

His nostrils flare, and again, I find myself afraid of what he’s capable of, but for an entirely different reason.

Pike covers me again with his body, tugging my breasts from the cups of my bra. He licks at one of my nipples then bites down. I groan at the sting of pleasure and arch my back, silently pleading for more. When his now naked shaft connects with my clit and throbs against me, I cry out. I cry out when my insides twist with need and unmet pleasure.

He licks and sucks my nipple, and I take a fistful of his hair, holding him against me, lifting my hips in a silent command for more.

He lifts his head and releases my nipple with a pop, the cool air meets the wetness and hardens them even more. He reaches between us and grabs the base of his shaft in his fist. His hand is large yet his cock still looks massive in his grip. He slides one hand behind my head, once again tangling it in my hair. His other moves to my lower back, raising my hips off the bed. He kisses me again, hard, furiously. There’s a prodding at my entrance. Heated steel against silk. He groans into my mouth as he surges forward, impaling me with his massive cock that stretches me until I think I’m about to break. My eyes water, tears spill from the corners. It burns and hurts, and I never want it to stop.

He moves his lips to my eyes and licks away tears I didn’t know had fallen. It hurts, so much, not just in my body, but in my heart.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he says on a strangled groan. “Fuck, you feel so good. So much better than anything…” he struggles to say, trailing off. “I thought about this. About you. So much. Fuck, Mic.”

The way his face twists in agony and pleasure encourages me further. I lift my hips, taking him deeper, and still, it’s not enough. The pain subsides with the movement, so I do