threatening. I wetted in a shameful curiosity despite my sudden hesitance.
He’d fuck me with that monster. I had no idea how I’d take it.
Cole ignored his own desire. He pinned me to the mattress with a forearm just beneath my neck. I stiffened, but I didn’t let myself get frightened. It was too early to be overwhelmed, and I knew how delicious his touch could be. I let him trap me. He rewarded my bravery.
His kiss was a slam of force and promise. He ground against my mouth, stealing my breath, my strength, and the last hesitation that might have scattered me to the safety of my room.
Not now. I wouldn’t leave. Not until I’d tasted every part of him. Not until I’d felt every inch of him.
Not until I surrendered to him.
He tore from my lips to aim for my neck. Bites. So many bites. Nips and snarls and what might have been a rip if he hadn’t taken the care to be gentle.
His lips soothed what his bite had ravaged. First, the harsh clench of his teeth, then the calming ease of hot breath, a flick of a tongue, and the sweet sensation of lip against skin. I shivered. He liked that. Every nip cascaded more goose bumps over my body.
Devoured, but unable to hold him. He trapped me beneath him even as I longed to touch him, his body, his hair. Not that it mattered to a man like Cole. I was his sacrifice, his feast, his mate for the night and the sheath to the hardness which heated against my tummy. His cock flexed in an eager anticipation for what rested lower.
His kisses traced down. Over my shoulders and along my collarbone, chasing shudders as he licked. He seized my breast with a fierce hand. Gripping. Prodding.
Licking.
Oh God.
He took a nipple into his mouth, suckling hard on the bud and immediately tugging and pinching me just to hear my squeal. It was a test to see how much I could take.
This wasn’t foreplay. I was his appetizer, a taste of what would come and a tease for the cock that throbbed between us. I still couldn’t move, couldn’t touch him. I simply reveled in a quick nibble against my nipple as he sucked hard on the bud. I squirmed enough to earn his warming. He held me tighter against the bed.
I hoped he’d never let me go.
I burned for him beyond anything right or rational or reasonable. He shifted over me, and his weight on my chest promised something deep and primal. My core clenched in desperation to be filled with all of him. Everything he could offer.
I never met a man who made love with tooth and claw. He nipped at my breasts and bound me in his arms. I offered myself to him, arching to give him more of my delicate skin and soft curves, and fought his hold. A mistake.
“Stay flat on the bed.” His command heated my core. He tightened his arm over me and pushed me into the mattress. “Unless you want me to throw you on the floor.”
I licked my lip. “We’ll get there.”
“Maybe I should put you over my knee instead?”
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”
“You have no idea what you do to me, beautiful.”
I bucked my hips, pressing his raging cock against my belly. “You’re not hard to read.”
God, this man was strong. He rose over me, his arms at my sides, surveying the body stretched before him. He exhaled a harsh breath of impatience and need. I stayed still and presented myself immobile and obedient, just as he commanded.
Like a man starved of food, Cole dove over my body. He yanked me to the edge of the bed, but my legs pressed together. He didn’t like that.
His giant hands spread over my thighs and he guided—pried—my legs apart. The blues of his eyes hardened into a steeled grey.
“Don’t you hide from me.” He lowered himself inches before my slit, breathing and heating my core with every growled word. “You can’t get away.”
“Who says I’m trying?”
“You think you’re so brave, don’t you?”
“I can take everything you give.”
My hand snaked over my tummy. I stilled my fingers just before my slit. I didn’t have to dip into the folds. I was visibly, shamefully wet. Cole stared at me, his every muscle tensing as I denied touching where I so desperately needed him to caress.
“I need to get fucked by you. Don’t hold back.”
“You talk too much, beautiful.”