Sweet Persuasion (Sweet #2)(41)

He waited as though expecting her to speak, but she was figuring this out pretty quickly. He wanted compliance, and so she would give it to the best of her ability.

Again, he looked pleased when she merely waited for him to continue.

“It is a particular pleasure of mine to have sex when I awaken, when my mind is still clouded with sleep but my body craves the sweetness of a woman. I’ll mount you while you are tied to my bed, helpless to do anything but give me what I demand.”

She closed her eyes and pressed her thighs together to try and alleviate the burn. He was going to make her come with no more than his voice.

A finger trailed over the swell of her breast and then circled her puckered nipple.

“You questioned me about why I wanted you nude at all times. Part of the reason is that I find the female body the truest form of art. I like to enjoy it. I like to gaze upon it, especially when I know it belongs to me. The main reason, however, is that I intend to enjoy unimpeded access to your body. I like the idea of being able to f**k you when I want, how I want. I can enjoy your mouth, your pu**y and your ass with little more than the effort it takes to bend you over the couch, or my chair or my lap. As you walk by, I can reach out and take you. I can press you against the wall and take you from behind. You won’t deny me. I won’t allow it. Unless you are injured or ill. Or you say no. Once you say no, it ends.

“So you see, Serena, despite all the power you have ceded me, it still rests very much in your hands. You have complete and utter control over your fantasy because with one word, it all ends.”

She was balanced precariously on the edge of the sharpest of orgasms. She was going to come despite the fact that he hadn’t touched her more intimately than on her br**sts. Flash images of him taking her in all the ways he described battered her mind. Her body swelled and quivered. Oh God, it was coming, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

As she fought the inevitable, suddenly Damon was over her, spreading her legs with urgent hands. He rammed into her, and her gasp of surprise quickly became a shrill cry of release. As soon as his c**k reached its depths within her, her orgasm exploded with vicious ferocity.

Her vision blurred as he humped over her body, his hips pummeling hers with speed and strength. Her body wasn’t her own. It had broken into tiny little pieces, sharp and jagged. Pleasure foamed in her groin, swelling and splintering outward, and still he thrust. Deeper. Harder. Unmerciful.

Her pu**y, tender and hypersensitive as it came down from her orgasm, protested as Damon’s c**k dragged back and forth over the swollen tissues.

She moaned low in her throat, unsure of whether it was pain or pleasure that stabbed at her.

“Please,” she said hoarsely, but she wasn’t sure whether she was begging him to stop or not to stop.

“Your body is mine,” he said. “I take what is mine.”

“Yes, yours,” she murmured.

Faster he rocked against her hips, forcing her body up the bed until her bound hands slapped at the headboard with each thrust.

He reached underneath her and cupped her bu**ocks, tilting her upward as he plunged forward again. She gasped as he came to rest deeply within her.

Liquid heat filled her womb. His hips jerked spasmodically against her as he quivered with his release. For the longest time he remained locked within her as she sucked the last of his cum into her womb.

His body fell like a blanket over hers. He buried his face in her neck as he struggled for breath. There she lay, her hands above her head, her legs spread wide as the man who owned her lay between her thighs, her body full of his seed.

He was still hard within her, and he made no move to withdraw from her pu**y.

“Sleep, Serena,” he murmured against her neck as his teeth nipped affectionately at her skin. “Tonight I’ll sleep buried inside you to remind you of my ownership. In the morning, after I’ve taken you again, I’ll bathe you and wash my seed from your body.”

CHAPTER 15

During the course of the night, Damon eased off her and rolled to the side. She registered it with hazy lethargy before falling back asleep.

When she next awoke, it was to urgent hands fumbling at her body, sliding over her br**sts and down to her hips. Her eyes fluttered open as Damon moved over her even as he spread her legs wide and impatiently stabbed his c**k at her opening.

In his impatience he bumped against her clit before repositioning himself. Then he found her entrance and slid deep, eliciting a gasp from her as she came fully awake. The remnants of last night’s interlude were dried on the inside of her thighs, but what remained inside her pu**y, warm and wet, eased his passage.

Her arms strained at her bonds, but he held tight, and she was helpless beneath him as he sought to avail himself of her body.

There was no finesse to his movements, no attempt to pleasure her equally, but oddly, she was very much turned on by the roughness and crudity of his motions. Even as he thrust deeper and harder, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw tight, her pu**y bloomed with fire.

She watched the strain of his muscles as each movement rippled through him. His hands clenched desperately at her waist, her hips, and then again at her waist as he buried himself repeatedly in her body.

The vulnerability of her position, how helpless she felt, ignited fierce arousal. He was using her. There was no other word to describe his actions, and yet she felt oddly content. Powerful, even.

He pressed her deeper into the bed as his tanned bu**ocks rose and fell over her. Flesh against flesh, the only sound that echoed through the room was the harsh slap of his body meeting hers and the soft grunts that somehow escaped his tightly closed mouth.