my hands begin to rove over her body, taking in her dips and curves, memorizing the feel of her, her smell, her taste. I lean forward and take her lips in a far softer kiss than before. There is no anger or pain in this kiss, all those wasted emotions now lie in the bottom of the shower with her inhibitions.
This kiss is about discovering each other, reading each other’s bodies as they respond to our actions with sighs and moans. She gasps when my hand finds itself between the apex of her thighs, teasing gently, asking permission instead of demanding it.
There will be times I’ll take what I want how I want it. I’ll make her plead, beg, and scream before granting her permission to come, torturing us both with my need to dominate and possess. But I can pull it back too. I can give her soft and gentle when her fragile heart needs loving instead of fucking.
Women are many things, so treating them as one-dimensional bodies whose sole aim is to provide you with a hole for your cock and an heir for your throne will lead to nothing but cold sheets on a lonely deathbed.
“Priest,” she moans, pulling her lips from mine.
“Tell me what you need, Trouble.”
I want her to have control this time. I have a feeling that her power has been taken from her a lot lately, pushing her to make reckless decisions on the fly. I can’t say I hate it because her recklessness led her to Carnage, but I know how differently this could have all played out.
“I want you inside me. I feel so empty,” she tells me, looking desperate, her words tugging on me.
Reaching over to the dresser, I snag a condom, slide it over my hard cock, and crawl between her legs.
I slide myself backward and forward over her hot pussy, using Reign’s wetness to coat my shaft before nudging at her entrance. Looking into those soulful eyes, I ask just once, because I’m man enough to admit this gentleman bullshit only goes so far, “You sure?” I hold myself in check as she wraps her hands around my neck.
“Fuck me, Priest,” she whispers. Her words are my undoing and hers.
I couldn’t stop now if a tornado hit, and even then, I’d likely keep on fucking her until we ended up in Oz in an explosion of colors and cum.
I surge inside her, not giving her a chance to adjust. I don’t have it in me. Even the voice in the back of my head that usually tells me to be cautious is ordering me to fuck her harder and deeper. The need to mark her so she knows who she belongs to is overriding everything else.
“Yes!” she whimpers, thrusting her hips up to meet mine. I lift her legs and indicate for her to wrap them around me. When she does, I grab both her wrists in one of my hands and pin them to the bed above her head.
“Harder,” she orders.
“You want it rough, baby? I thought you might need a little sweetness.”
“I don’t need sweetness, Priest. I need your strength and power.”
“Your wish is my command,” I tell her, covering her body with mine. I press a little of my weight onto her, letting her feel me surround her as I surge back inside once more.
I suck her exposed breasts into my mouth, alternating between the two as our towels tangle up somewhere between us.
She tries to arch up into me, but my position stops her, keeping her moves restricted.
“Is that the best you got?” she taunts, making me smirk.
Oh, she wants to play, huh?
I pull free and sit on my haunches before flipping her onto her stomach with ease. When she climbs to her knees, I slip back inside her, pushing her chest flat to the bed before slapping her ass hard twice.
“I’m in control here, Trouble, not you. You do what I say when I say it, now shut up and take my cock like a good girl,” I grunt, thrusting into her.
“Fuck you,” she gasps.
“Oh no, baby, fuck you,” I growl before gripping her hips and fucking her brutally. “Christ, you feel good. Whose pussy is this?”
“Mine,” she growls.
I slap her ass again, hard. “Whose pussy am I fucking, Reign?”
“It’s mine,” she grinds out through gritted teeth.
I don’t think so. I slide my thumb into her pussy with my cock, making it nice and wet before leaning down over her and purring into