Carmen
“Hmmm,” I huffed and eased my fingers down his chest, marveling in the way his muscles rippled even under the material. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, able to lean down and blow hot air across his skin.
Sebastian threw his head back, moaning several times. “Damn, woman.”
I eased back until I was able to slide my hands down to his belt, slowly unfastening the buckle. He finally tilted his head, watching every move I made as I struggled to unfasten his pants, tugging at the zipper. His laugh was sensuous, his dancing eyes illuminated by the slender moon. For some reason, his irises were shimmering, drawing me through a crack in his armor and into his very soul.
His darkened and haunted soul.
He trusted no one, including me, his world full of utter organization, a complete requirement. If anything within his regime was altered, he became unraveled, as if the control was the only thing he could count on.
I’d tossed a wrench into his pristine setting, forcing him to unravel if only for a few precious seconds. And now, his method of regaining power was my absolute obedience.
And devotion.
Another growl permeated the room the second I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, twisting my fingers until the friction created additional sparks between us.
“Jesus,” he snarled, taking several scattered deep breaths before cupping my breast and rolling my nipples between his fingers. He chuckled darkly as he pinched and twisted both, kneading the roundness with his hands.
“Mmm…” I lolled my head as the rocket fuel increased, sending a shower of vibrant and stunning colors splashing in front of my eyes. The rainbow effect pulsed, matching the rapid beating of my heart. I stroked up and down his cock, squeezing the tip then repeating the move over and over again. Only when the drops of pre-cum slipped from his sensitive slit did I stop, dragging the tip of my finger through his delicious seed.
My eyes were hazy as I slipped my finger into my mouth, making exaggerated sucking noises. That was all he could stand, his fingers digging into my hips, lifting them, pushing the tip of his cock past my engorged folds and into my dark wetness.
I rolled my fingertip around his lips, pushing it just inside his hot, wet mouth the second before he yanked me down. The sound of skin slapping against skin permeated the air, mixing with the wild moan that escaped my mouth.
He was so thick, so damn hard that my muscles constricted immediately, my pussy clamping down like a tight vise. Damn, the man was huge, filling me completely.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh…” I clung to him, my entire body quivering as he forced me to ride him like a wild stallion, my breasts jiggling from the raw intensity.
“So tight, little girl. So wet.” His hoarse whisper was sweet and passionate music floating above the clouds. I could listen to the man talk for days.
I snapped my knees against his thighs, wiggling and clenching my pussy then relaxing until he issued a series of guttural sounds.
The man was truly barbaric as he pumped me up and down, using the strength of his thigh muscles to power into me. He tangled his fingers in my long strands then jerked, pitching me into a deep arc. And his words were thrilling, another reminder of his utter dominance. “Don’t you dare come, little girl. Not until I tell you.”
I bit down on my inner cheek to keep from crying as he continued his savage actions, pumping harder and faster. Letting go with him was far too easy. Controlling an orgasm was something entirely different, yet I knew better than to disappoint him or I would endure another round of harsh punishment.
I took several deep breaths, savoring the amazing sensations, doing everything possible to obey him. When I was certain I could stand no more, he yanked me back into a sitting position, his hand once against gripping my neck as he tilted his head until our lips were almost touching.
“While you may believe yourself to be in some level of control, I assure you that you are wrong.” The wry smile on his lips was far too provocative, his words burning into the back of my mind. While they were said with a heightened level of sensuality, I knew better than to cross him.
He was far too dangerous and unforgiving.
Sebastian rubbed his lips across mine, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. His perfectly manicured nails dug into my skin, the hold tightening.
I knew somewhere in my mind I should be afraid of him, but for all his bravado and damning behavior, he was a man in search of completion.
Did I want to be the one to fill his heart, heal the obvious wounds?
Perhaps.
Did I think it possible?
Without question-no.
His demons had broken him into little pieces.
Yet the burning desire would continue to fuel a passion that singed our very skin, seared the nerve endings that had been deadened long before. Maybe I should be grateful. Maybe I should surrender to his every wish. There were far too many maybes, including whether or not the assassin would strike again. If he did, I knew he would succeed.