The Annihilator (Dark Verse #5)(41)

Whimpering in need, she writhed on the bed but didn’t pull her hands down, wanting whatever gift he had in mind.
After a long time, he entered again, his eyes warming at finding her in the same position. “Good girl.”
Something within her preened under the praise.
“When we are together, you trust me. In here, you let go completely,” he told her, tracing her mouth with his thumb. “This will get intense for you, and you will tell me to stop. But I won’t stop. I'll push you. Are you okay with that?”
Her pussy clenched at the thought, the thought of her begging him to stop and him going on anyway. “Why do I want this?” she asked, trying to understand. “I shouldn’t.”
“Because you know you’re safe here.”
The words, his words, stated in the most factual of tones while he watched her made her pause. He was right. She wanted to beg, to be taken completely, because she knew she was safe. She knew that he wouldn’t hurt her. It was the fantasy of it, the idea, the liberation.
At her acceptance, taking a hold of her camisole, he ripped it down the middle, the sound loud in the room, escalating her heartbeats. He pulled the scrap of fabric up her raised hands and tied a knot, leaving one long end hanging.
Her heart began to pound, bondage never something that had brought her anything but anxiety. "I don't have good experience being tied up."
"I know."
Looking at him, she bit her lower lip, slightly apprehensive, mostly aroused. He pulled her shorts down, throwing them away, leaving her naked on the bed.
“Spread your legs.”
She did without hesitation, loving the way he looked at her with intense possession and incredible heat. He traced her opening with his middle finger. “So wet. So needy. Do you want my cock, little flamma?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Dainn.”
His finger entered her, and she clenched around him. It had been too long since she’d cum, and her body was primed, ready for it. He moved his fingers inside her expertly, scissoring to stretch her out for his cock, his thumb strumming her clit, sending wetness gushing out from her.
She cried out as he added a third finger, her hands unable to move.
“You remember the first time I touched this pussy?” he asked, cupping her firmly.
“Y...yes,” she exhaled in a shaky breath. It had been after he had sliced people open in the maze. He had found her, looked upon her body, and cupped her just like that with his gloved hand.
“What did you feel then?” The words kissed by seduction fell upon her ears.
“Scared, confused... excited,” she recalled.
“Are you scared, confused now?”
“A little.”
“Good.”
Within moments, with his eyes on her body and his fingers inside her, she could feel the heat cresting, rising and rising and rising, hurtling her toward a glorious climax.
But his hand stopped.
She cried out as he removed his hand, both in anger and surprise, and realized he had climbed on the bed to get between her legs instead. She split them open as far as she could, eager and willing and more ready for a man than she had ever been.
His cock looked scary in the moonlight, and the idea of having it, of finally having him, thrilled her.
The tip of his cock kissed her pussy lips, the coolness of the piercing a huge contrast to the heat of him, and she writhed her hips, her walls clenching emptily, needing him to fill her. Her hands locked above her head, her hips held down by his palm, the lack of movement only sent more heat spiraling inside her. He stayed still, and she rotated her hips, trying to get him to slip inside, one of his hands pushed her immobile, his eyes taking all of her in.
The wait was killing her.
“Fuck me,” she begged, not caring that the desperation in her voice far exceeded any before.
His lips twitched. “I thought you wanted me to touch your soul?”
The amusement in his tone pushed her frustration higher. “Fucking rip it at this point. Just move, please.”
He didn’t, teasing her, toying with her, and a sob escaped her chest, tears of sheer need, sheer frustration, of having satisfaction so close but unable to get it.
“Another man wouldn’t have made me wait so long,” she taunted him, knowing she was playing with fire but knowing no other way to trigger him. He was possessive of her, and that was the only point she could think of.
He let her hip go and took a hold of his cock, slapping it against her clit in punishment for her words, and the sensation made her slicker than she was. She was primed, absolutely primed, so swollen with need she could feel herself throbbing.
“Another man wouldn’t have had you so wet with need you drench the bed.” His low words filled the space between them. “You’re needy for me.”
“I am,” she admitted. “I need you, Dainn. I need you so much. All of you. Please. Take me. Claim me. Own me.”
With a slight rumbling sound, he pressed his thumb to her clit.
And then he pushed in.
Right as she began to come.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a sensation like nothing, nothing, before shaking her entire body, the pressure of his entry and the rippling of her walls and his thumb on her clit shooting her arousal higher, drawing out her orgasm to a point it felt endless.
He was thick and long and heavy, slowly easing inside her, the jewelry on his cock sliding in over tissues she didn’t even know she had, eliciting sensations from every single inch of her swollen pussy until it felt on fire. She was gasping, stunned at the feeling of this, at the feeling of him, unable to believe that he’d done this just so he could give her this experience and make himself feel like her first.