big and thick, blocking out everything else but how good they made each other feel. She was too empty. Too achy to take much more. Or rather, too achy to take anything less than all of him.
“Please, Simon. Now.”
He released her breast and looked at her, and her desperation seemed to spark his own. With a savage curse, he lowered her to the bed again, then pinned her wrists above her head.
“What are you—?” she began, startled by the erotic restraint.
“I’m going to give it to you, but we’re going to go slow. You’re not going to rush me. I’m going to draw this out all night. Me pumping into you again and again. You’re going to beg me to give you your climax, but this time, I’m not going to give in. Not until you want it so bad, you can’t think of anything else.”
“I already can’t think of anything else,” she insisted, instinctively fighting against his hold, but stopping as his gaze became intent and, with his other hand, he began to guide himself into her body.
When he penetrated her with the tip of his cock, her head fell back with a gasp. Such a small part of him, but it brought her such intense pleasure. How was that possible?
“You want more?” he asked.
She ground her head against the bed, closed her eyes and moaned.
“Do you?” he insisted.
“Yes!”
“Then look at me. Now,” he ordered, his voice going slightly hard.
Her gaze shot to his and he pushed himself inside her several more inches.
“Don’t take your pretty eyes off me, Nina. I want you to look at my face when I take you. I want you to see how much pleasure you give me.”
She stared at him as he’d commanded, and by the looks of things, she gave him a lot of pleasure. He looked like he was dying of it as he pushed home. He gritted his teeth. Sweat popped out on his forehead. The hands that bracketed her wrists to the bed trembled.
And inside her, deep inside her, he pulsed. Thick and hard and wonderful.
But he didn’t move. He pressed in deep. Deeper.
Frantically, she wiggled her hips, and his gaze dropped to hers as he frowned. “Stay still.”
She arched up even higher, working herself on him. “No! I want this. Move, damn you. I— No!” she cried as she felt him slide out of her. “What are you doing?” She fought against his hold once more, gasping when he flipped her onto her stomach, put an arm under her and lifted her until her chest was on the bed and her hips were raised to accept him.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, aroused beyond bearing, knowing that this position made her wholly vulnerable to him, wholly at his control, and that that’s exactly what he wanted. To test him, she tried to lift her torso, but he pressed a hand to her back, keeping her in place.
“No,” he growled. “I told you, this time you’re not going to rush me.” He slicked his erection against her from behind. “You want this? You want to come? Then you’re going to do exactly what I say, do you understand? You’re going to wait.”
She shivered. He was big. Strong. Commanding. The first time they’d made love, he’d shown her so much pleasure she thought she’d die from it. But he hadn’t been this aggressive. This dominating.
Even so, she had a feeling that this was his natural state as a lover. And that only made her want him more.
“Are you going to do as I say?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said, rewarding her by pressing a kiss to her back and smoothing her hips with his palms. Then he gripped her hip with one hand and, as he had before, used his other hand to guide himself inside her.
This time, he didn’t work himself into her by degrees. This time, he shoved himself in to the hilt with such force that she saw stars. And then, instead of stopping and pressing deep as he had before, he gripped her hips with both hands and started thrusting, slow and sure, but hard and powerful, starting a rhythm that had her fingers clenching in the sheets and her inner muscles gripping in a desperate attempt to keep him inside her.
But it was no use. She was at his mercy. He shuttled in and out of her for what could have been minutes, hours or days, steadily pounding her closer and closer to climax until—yes,