Throne of Truth (Truth and Lies Duet #2)(71)

Pushing my fingers through her hair, I breathed, “Know what I want to do more than anything?”

“What?” Her head tipped back as I tugged the yellow-gold strands.

“For the next twelve hours, I want to be inside you for as long as possible. I really, really need to fuck you, Elle. Who knows? Perhaps for the entire twelve hours, I’ll take you every way I can.”

She shuddered, her arms tightening around my waist. “Do it. I miss having you inside me.”

Electricity flowed from her to me, dragging me closer to the edge I’d almost fallen off before.

“If I let go...I don’t know how controlled I’ll be.” My confession floated in the subspace we’d created, the soft protective bubble where no one could find us.

She smiled beneath my kiss. “I love the sound of that.”

I clung tight to the rest of my self-control, desperate to ask a few more questions. Learn a bit more about her. Imprint her further on my soul. But all I could think about was sex. I’d study her body tonight...but it wouldn’t be intellectual it would be entirely sexual.

“I’m going to take away all your control. I’ll fuck you the way I want to fuck you. I’ll look after you while I ruin you. I’ll protect you while I hurt you—just like I promised that first night. I’ll take everything you have to give. We play rough. We love hard. We live every fucking fantasy.” I traced my hands up and down her spine, caressing her while forcing myself to stay gentle. “You came here tonight to sleep with me. Well, you’re at my mercy. Locked in a room with a convict. Completely helpless.”

Fuck, I was turning myself on. My balls drew upward, hard as marble. My cock twitched, dying to put what I’d said into practice.

“You’re mine, Elle. No more secrets. No more lies. You fuck me knowing entirely what you’re getting into.”

She squirmed as if both aroused and scared, but her eyes glittered with lust so bright she incinerated me. “Penn...”

Cupping her breast, I squeezing her softness. Memories that she’d been a virgin before I’d taken her almost made me snap. Knowing she’d only had me inside her and only ever would turned me on so much I almost climaxed as her hand cupped my cock.

She moaned again as I pinched her nipple. “Do you want that?”

Her head rolled back. “Yes. Very much.”

“Yes to me possessing you?”

“Yes.”

“What do you say?” The precipice was there. I was about to fall. “Answer me.”

“Please, Penn. Possess me. Do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

“Fuck.” My mouth sealed over hers, preventing any more talking and setting fire to the rocket fuel that’d replaced our blood.

She leaped into my arms. Her teeth nipped my lower lip; her tongue fought mine for dominance.

She tried to win. But she never would.

She was mine, and I’d spend all night teaching her that with fucking pleasure.

Fisting her hair, I yanked her head back. My message about who was in charge was undeniable as her throat arched.

She groaned long and low as I bit her neck, tossing her onto the bed. She bounced on the mattress, her legs parting and skirt hoisting up her thighs.

A flash of nakedness bewitched me. I couldn’t control myself anymore.

Hunger surged.

I climbed over her, yanking at the tight tank. In one rip, I tore it over her head. Her pretty white bra stopped me from seeing what I wanted.

It has to come off.

Rolling her over, I undid the clasp and threw it across the room.

It landed on the basket full of lube and condoms.

Elle looked up as it crashed to the floor, spilling sex aids everywhere. She bit her bottom lip, hiding a smile. Slowly, like a sexy vixen, she opened her legs, pulling her skirt high.

I told her I’d be in charge but, goddammit, that one motion made me her slave for life.

I panted as she revealed her pussy, glistening with need. I became hypnotized with lust, barely able to register words as she said, “I don’t think we’ll need the lube.”

“Christ.” I slid off the bed, dragging her hips with me. The moment she was in licking distance, my mouth connected and my tongue speared inside her.

Hot. Wet. Elle.

She writhed on the bed, her fists grabbing at the sheets, her teeth biting at comforters. She whimpered as I inserted a finger then two, profanities hissing through clenched teeth.

I loved that I could make her come undone so easily. How ready she was for me. How greedy.

I could spend all night making her unravel, but there were other places to taste, touch, worship.

Crawling up her body, I locked my teeth around her nipple followed by the heat of my mouth. She bowed upward, her hands sinking in my hair, her fingernails unsheathed as she threw her head back. “Oh, my God.”

While I sucked on her breasts, my hands shoved down her skirt, tossing it over my shoulder.

Naked.

Beautiful fucking Elle was naked.

And I’m not.

Moving to her other breast, I bit gently as I pushed at the elastic green pants and disengaged her hold on my hair to tear the t-shirt over my head.

The white boxer-briefs vanished next, leaving my cock bouncing with need and shining with pre-cum.

Elle scrambled to her knees, pushing me hard.

I fell backward in surprise, shocked at her aggression. She made a low sound of appreciation and hunger as her fingers latched around my cock, pumping me once.