this moment will change that. I swing the door open and turn toward her.
And get knocked back by a fist square on my jaw.
I stagger back in surprise, blinking through the stars in my vision until I can see her. Fuck me, she’s got a stellar right hook. I flex my jaw, practically cracking it into place. The look in her eyes tells me she’s surprised too, her form frozen once more. I don’t know what to do with this. “You just fucking punched me.” So I state the obvious like a moron.
She backs up, wary, her eyes wide. She thinks I’m going to return the favor. Oh, I am. I lunge forward and grab her, spinning her until her back slams into my chest. I take her wrists and cross her arms over her front, immobilizing her, disturbing the bandage on my arm as I do. I ignore the flash of pain when I brush the cuts against her flesh and walk her to the wall. My mouth at her ear, I whisper, “Say it.” And she nods. “Say yes, Rose,” I demand, leaning into her, pushing her against the wall. My cock reloads.
“Yes,” she whimpers, sounding like she could burst into tears at any moment. I exhale and slowly release her arms. Her stance widens. My palms come up and rest either side of her waist. Her face turns to the side. Her arse juts out in invitation. “Yes,” she repeats, this time evenly.
I look down at my cock. The damn thing is weeping. Reaching forward, I take her hair tie and pull it free, releasing her damp waves. My hand slides onto her scalp and clamps down, my body moving in. When the tip of my dick meets the crack of her arse, my body folds in anticipation for the pleasure it knows is coming.
I. Am. So. Ready.
Desperation is going to lead this. “Tell me you’re on birth control,” I order, tracing a line up her spine with my fingertip, flipping the catch of her bra as I pass. She nods. “Tell me you’ve always used protection before me.”
“Always. Now you tell me the same.”
“Always.” Taking her hips, I yank them back, stepping out, widening my stance to get level. My dick needs no guiding in. It knows exactly where it wants to be, and I push past her entrance on a stifled growl. My teeth clench. My muscles tense. My body spasms with the pleasure of that first deep plunge.
She goes listless in my hands, her torso collapsing forward, her fingers clawing the smooth wall. “Danny.” My name is broken, cracked by pleasure. I have no desire to kiss her. To caress her skin or go slow. She’s starved the animal. I’ve starved the animal too. So there’s only one way.
I draw back and slam forward on a curled lip, moving one hand to her neck and clawing my fingers into her nape over her hair. Her scream is just what I need. My cock rolls against the walls of her pussy as I pull back, and I look down, admiring the vision of my taut shaft slick with her arousal. I clench my teeth and pound into her again, delighting in her consistent grunts that quickly roll into moans. I must be hurting her with the brutality of my advances. I smile. She’ll never admit it. Heat pricks at my skin as I admire the sight before me. I have her pinned in place like an animal. It’s carnal and inhumane.
I should do the gentlemanly thing and warn her that I’m about to let loose. I should. But I won’t. She asked for this. Hard. Fucking. The vulnerable woman in the sea who I kissed is gone. My Rose is back.
My hips buck, my control faltering for a split second, and she cries out, her forehead rolling across the wall. I move my hold from her neck to her hair to pull her head away, groaning when I catch a brief glimpse of her drowsy eyes. My veins pump harder. I’ve teased her enough, primed her enough, given her enough time to adjust to my length and girth.
Rearing back, I take in air and brace myself.
The gloves are off.
I rocket forward on a roar that could crumble the house, slamming into her wickedly, and I give her no time to prepare for the next thrust, pulling back and launching forward again. Sweat instantly beads my skin. Pleasure rapidly cripples me. Want for more takes over.