"Don't…" She begged him to release her, not with his body, but with that inner link she could feel forging inside her soul.
He rose above her, the width of his shoulders gleaming, damp with sweat. She could feel the power flowing through him, the strength that was so much a part of him wrapping around her, sheltering her. Protecting her.
"I won't let you run." His voice throbbed with furious determination. "I won't lose you. Or this."
He moved then, his h*ps drawing back, stroking exposed nerve endings, sending her senses reeling with pleasure as she arched against him to hold him inside her.
"Can you run from this, Harmony?" His h*ps twisted as he penetrated her again, a fierce, hard thrust that sent him tunneling to the depths of her as she gasped at the heat exploding through her. "Tell me, baby. Tell me you can walk away from this." If it had just been the pleasure, she could have walked away. But it was more. As he f**ked her with hard gliding strokes, he infused her soul as well. Heat moved from his body to hers, chasing away the cold determination she had fought to rebuild inside her heart.
One hand gripped her hair, kneading, pulling at the strands and adding another level of sensation. The other hand cupped her breast, lifting it, until his mouth covered her nipple, his tongue flaying it with whiplashing pleasure.
He broke through every defense she could muster and left it lying, crumpled at her feet, as her hands gripped his hair and held him to her breast.
His h*ps pumped against hers, churning, thrusting, stroking inside her as his pelvis rasped against her swollen clit. The sensual stroke and slide, retreat and entrance were driving her insane. The pleasure built, layer upon layer, until nothing existed inside her but the need, the hunger clawing at her womb and in her soul.
"Feel it!" He lifted his head, staring down at her, his expression strained as the spiraling intensity of pleasure began to build. "You won't run. Do you hear me?" She shook her head, fighting to breathe, to think.
"Say it, Harmony." His voice was a dominant, commanding baritone that rippled through her senses.
He wanted surrender. She shook her head, fighting against it, fighting the need to give it.
"Say it, damn you!" One hand gripped her hip to hold her still as he slammed inside her, his legs widening, pushing her thighs apart as he shifted and touched her deeper.
"Don't do this." Baring her teeth, Harmony fought to hold on to herself. "No."
"Say it. You're mine, damn you. Fucking mine. You will follow me. Say it." His hand gripped her wrist as her nails dug into his shoulder and he slammed her hands to the bed. Her punishment came in a slow, torturous withdrawal of his c**k from her inner grip. A sensual, heated slide of powerful flesh over desperate nerve endings. Transferring her wrists to one hand, he clamped her firmly to the bed as he gripped her hip once again and held her still beneath him. With the strength of his body he controlled her, just as he was fighting to control her with his will as well.
"I won't," she moaned, fighting against fear and hunger and the overriding need to do as he demanded.
"You will, Harmony."
Before she could struggle, he moved, sliding free of her before turning her to her stomach and trapping her against the bed.
"Damn you, Lance." She fought as he lifted her hips, shoving a pillow beneath them before thrusting inside her aching pu**y again.
"Stay still." His hand tapped the side of her ass in a warning little slap. "Give me what I want, baby, and you'll get what you want."
"I can't do this." Her fingers clenched in the blankets. "I won't…"
"You will, Harmony. Say the words. Tell me you'll follow me. I won't let you run." Pressing her forehead into the blankets, she shook her head furiously.
"Oh, I think you will, sweetheart." The soft, warning croon should have prepared her, but it didn't.
She jerked as she felt him lean back, felt his c**k throb inside her with a hard pulse before his hands separated the smooth cheeks of her rear.
"You're so wet." His fingers moved to where her pu**y stretched around him. "So sweet and slick, all over." He smoothed the rush of liquid from where it seeped past her vagina, back, back.
"Oh God!" Her eyes flew open as she stared into the room with dazed shock. His finger pressed against the small, hidden entrance of her rear. His thumb massaged, pressed. It wasn't the touch so much as it was the impression of dominant control, of her own submission, that threw her mind into a frenzy or confusion.
She felt him leaning over her then, his arm reaching to the night table where his shaving kit rested. As he moved, his c**k stroked into her, taking her breath, leaving her little oxygen to gasp as she watched him remove the small tube of lubrication he carried. Harmony shuddered beneath him then.
"There, sweetheart." His hand caressed over her rear as he straightened behind her again, the movement causing her to shudder in pleasure beneath him.
"Lance…"
"It's okay, baby." She felt the cooling lubrication against her rear entrance. "It's all okay."
"Oh God… Damn you, Lance."