much. And I’ll never tell. I’ll never tell anyone. It’s our secret. Ours, the guys, my sister, Vi, and Clarice—it’s all our secret. You can trust me, just as I trust you with my life.”
And then I’m flying through the air. My back hits the leather of the couch’s seat cushions before I can even inhale to squeal in surprise, and Neil is on top of me. His knees are on the rug and his lips are everywhere. My lips, my throat, my breasts, my stomach, back up to my neck. And I clutch at his hair, pulling him closer, encouraging this man to lose control when normally he has such a tight chokehold on it.
He sits back, untangling my shirt from around his fist, and I manage to catch his hand before he braces himself with it on his expensive couch. He watches me run my fingertips over his knuckles, and when I feel the ink has had time to completely dry on his skin while he was telling me his deepest, darkest secrets, I look him in the eye. His breaths saw in and out of his lungs, and as I raise him toward me, I place his giant, rough, ink-stained hand around the base of my throat, his thumb on one pulse point while his four fingers envelop the entire other side.
I swallow as his grip tightens, and I watch as his eyes grow feral. And then he’s kissing me, his lips crashing, his tongue plundering, that hand on my throat never moving even as his other one shoves down my leggings. I hear the jangle of his belt and the sound of a zipper, and then his hips are between my thighs. I gasp as that free hand strokes me, his fingers dipping into my wetness, because even when he completely loses his mind with need, he’d never risk hurting me, checking to make sure I’m ready for his intrusion.
I am. I’m so ready. More ready than I’ve ever been in my life.
And then he fills me with one powerful thrust that takes my breath away along with any thoughts other than this moment in time.
He’s not gentle. There is no sweet murmuring of promises, no platitudes and praises, no soft caresses. There is only Neil, his hand around my throat holding me steady, and his cock pounding into me at a ferocious speed and depth.
No sound leaves my lungs. There’s no way. I can’t even breathe from the sheer intensity of it all, let alone moan or speak of the complete surrender to him. All I can do is feel all of it at once, a full-body experience instead of individual sensations, and both my hands wrap around his rock-hard forearm attached to the hand around my throat and hold on as he fucks me with abandon.
Before I even acknowledge the feeling building within me, it hits an all-consuming crescendo, and I explode around him, the muscles of my core clamping around him so tight it almost hurts. And that’s when he finally lets go of my throat, my body instinctively taking a giant inhale of breath, and I moan in immeasurable pleasure as another orgasm takes over, and this time, it’s just like in those books, when I feel my soul leave my body.
Suddenly, Neil growls, and his hands clamp down on my shoulders to hold me immobile as he fucks into me several more times. And then his head falls back on his shoulders and he calls my name toward the ceiling. I shudder as I watch, suspended over our bodies, spying on us like a voyeur, as every muscle of his torso tenses and ripples as he comes, and I’ve never felt so owned, so claimed, so loved as I do in this moment with this godlike man saying my name like a prayer.
He collapses then, his head landing in the crook of my neck, but he’s only there a moment before he inhales me deeply, wraps his arms around me, and then stands us up in one fluid motion. He slips from my body, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. I have no idea where he’s taking me. I actually don’t give one fuck as long as he’s there with me, taking care of me. I need something from him, and I don’t know what it is. But I stay silent as he does what he wishes, my eyes closed, my head against his shoulder.
But suddenly I’m surrounded by hot,