Glow (Glimmer and Glow #2)(29)

“Put your hand on the mattress. Now, Alice,” he said harshly. She ground her teeth together. It took a monumental effort to do what he asked, akin to willing herself to jump in an ice-cold lake. He must have noticed her rebellious expression when the back of her hand thumped against the comforter. “I’ll tell you when you can put it back.”

Then he started to flex his hips, pumping her ass gently. Alice’s mouth fell open in incredulous arousal. It felt so good; yet the intimacy was so intense, it was almost unbearable. Overwhelmed, she turned her face, pressing her cheek against the pillow. She thought he’d demand she look at him, like he often did when they were in the thick of lovemaking, but he didn’t. Instead, he just kept f*cking her with short fluid strokes in the ass. Maybe he knew precisely what he was doing, because Alice found that turning away didn’t lessen the profound carnality of the experience in the slightest.

She became vaguely aware that she couldn’t stop moaning. She was so filled with him. He pumped and pressed himself into every cell of her being in those moments.

It thrilled her that she could accommodate him in this. Even though she felt so full of him, she was aware that he held back. With each thrust into her, he went slightly deeper, but he still didn’t fully penetrate her. Even though he held her firmly at thigh and shin, she began to bob her hips subtly. He felt huge inside her. Huge, and exciting, like he’d burst at any moment from the volatility of the moment.

“More,” she moaned. “More, Dylan.”

“You’ll have what I give you.”

She turned her head on the pillow to see him, compelled by the tension in his deep voice. For a moment, she just stared at him, panting, trapped by his glistening eyes as he f*cked her.

“Your cheeks and lips are so pink. You like it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she hissed. He smacked her buttock with his palm, and then massaged it, using his hold to firm his thrusts.

“Yeah, that’s so f*cking good,” he muttered thickly, watching himself penetrate her. Then he looked at her face. It struck her full force, the monumental effort it took him not to slake his obvious lust like the savage she knew he could be. “Tonight, I’m going easy on you,” he rasped. “Another night, I might take you harder. But you’ll take it, either way. Do you understand? Because you’ll trust me.”

She just nodded, too overwhelmed to argue or question him. She wanted to beg him to take her harder now, to give him free rein. But she knew he wouldn’t. It was he who held the reins, not she. He was proving a point. He was teaching her a lesson, and she had no choice but to lie there and take it.

She experienced no more pain, but the pressure was intense. It made her grit her teeth. Her moans vibrated her throat as he continued to thrust firmly, but shallowly, not allowing her to move a fraction of an inch as he plunged in and out of her.

“Do you want to touch yourself now?” he asked thickly after a moment, his thrusts inside her growing a bit faster, betraying mounting excitement.

“Yes.”

She opened her lips and exhaled in shaky ecstasy when she rubbed herself. She trembled. Her cream gathered around her fingers.

He looked so awesome to her in those tense moments, his muscles bulging and defined, strained to the breaking point on the edge of raw lust and restraint. He thrust faster with a tad more force. Alice moaned in satisfaction.

She was so hot, so ready to combust. Her body tensed.

“Oh God. It feels so—”

She began to shudder in orgasm, her feet flexing in the air.

“Good,” Dylan growled, finishing her sentence through gnashed teeth. He thrust more forcefully, making Alice whimper. His hands tightened on her shin and thigh. “If you had any idea what I wanted to do to you right now, Alice.”

Another wave of pleasure tore through her. In the midst of her climax, she was still aware that he held back. She hated it. “Do it,” she moaned, shaking. “Fuck me hard.”

“Quiet,” he demanded, still pumping her ass with firm, but measured strokes. She shuddered again, her head coming off the pillow, pulling hard on her single restraint. His hold on her tightened.

“Oh Jesus, it feels so good,” he grated out.

Alice sagged back on the pillows, panting, shivers of residual pleasure still running through her. She drew a soughing breath. The hand she’d been using to rub herself slid limply to the mattress. She stared up at him, entranced by the chained savagery evident on his handsome face as he continued to f*ck her. A longing welled up in her, a powerful emotion difficult to name.

A ripple of tension coursed up his left jaw and cheek.

“Come,” she demanded. She begged.

A guttural moan tore out of his throat. Despite her satiated state, her perspiration-damp skin roughened with excitement.

She could feel him so perfectly inside her, even more acutely than she could in her *. Her excitement ratcheted up to a thrill of anxious anticipation when he gripped her tighter and his cock swelled huge.

He held her stare as he came. He kept his mouth clamped tight, but she saw the jerk of his muscles as he climaxed. She loved that he kept almost entirely still as he ejaculated, pumping only minimally through his pleasure, exhibiting awesome amounts of control.

She hated it.

The savage in her, that secret wildness that she and Dylan shared, longed for him to take her hard and ruthless.