Tie Me Down
There it was, the note of surrender and desperation Genevieve had been waiting for. With a secret grin, she swallowed Cole whole, sucking him all the way inside of her. She used her mouth and tongue and throat on him, then lightly scraped her teeth across his great length. Just like she knew it would, that moment of combined pleasure and pain did it, sent him careening over the edge he’d been clinging to with battered fingertips.
With a hoarse shout, he arched up, thrusting again and again against her seeking mouth. And then he was pouring into her with long, brutal jerks of his hips, and she was loving every second of it.
The orgasm barely slowed him down, his c**k still rock hard as he strained against her. Wanting more, begging for more.
Part of her wanted to string him out, to let him suffer more, but by then she was as hot and horny as he was. Maybe more so. Sliding up his body, she came down on him hard—taking him all the way to the pubic bone.
He shouted, his body arching convulsively beneath her. She rode him hard, striving for her own pleasure as much as his, slamming herself down on him again and again until both of them were shaking and covered with sweat.
“Finish it,” he gasped from between clenched teeth, his h*ps rising to meet hers again and again. “I love you, Genevieve. I love you.”
His words ripped through her, sent her spiraling out of control as her orgasm tore through her. “Cole!” she gasped as pleasure overwhelmed her. It was wilder and more intense than any that had come before it, and she found herself clinging to him in the middle of the storm.
He came with her, his body spasming as he poured everything he had, everything he was, inside of her. She took it all, took everything he could give her. Because as obnoxious as he was, as domineering and controlling and unyielding, he was also her safety net. Her only security in the craziness that was her life.
She only hoped that after tonight he would let her be the same to him..
As her orgasm finally wound down, she rolled off of Cole—settling herself beside him so they could be face-to-face.
His eyes were dark, shadowed—filled with pleasure and a wariness that pulled at her heartstrings. Bringing up a hand, she ran it gently through his wild tangle of hair, smiled as he shifted his head to nuzzle her palm.
“I love you.” His voice was hoarse, the words low but certain, and she felt them all the way to her soul. “I know I’m too controlling. I know I want everything my own way. I know—” His voice broke. “I know that I’m not the right fit for you. But I love you, Genevieve, more than anyone else ever has or ever will.”
Tears filled her eyes as she fumbled with the knots, blurred her vision so badly that she could barely see to untangle him. “I promise—” he started.
“Shut up,” she said as she clawed frantically at the knots. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”
“Genevieve?” He looked at her questioningly, those sinful black eyes filled with uncertainty.
“I want your arms around me when you make promises to me for the first time,” she said as the first knot finally unraveled. “I want mine around you.”
She yanked and pulled until the second tie gave in and then he was holding her, his strong arms wrapped so tightly around her that she could barely breathe. “Say it again,” she ordered as her arms snaked around his neck and she brought her mouth within inches of his.
“I love you, Genevieve Delacroix. And I always will.”
Tears bloomed in her eyes—tears of love and gratitude and thanksgiving. “I love you too, Cole Adams. More than I ever imagined possible.”
“I know you do.” He pulled her so that she was on top of him, his c**k nestling in the warmth of her sex as his hands cupped her br**sts.
“Hey!” She tried to pull away, but he slid his hands to her h*ps and kept her in place. “I’m supposed to be controlling this.”
“Maybe next time.” He shifted his h*ps until her cl*t rested against his cock.
She caught her breath as he stroked her with each glide of his hips. “Really?”
Laughing, he pulled her down for a kiss. “Not a chance.”
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