Page 79 of Perfect Liar
“Then don’t. I want everything.”
“I must. Let me love you my way, Elle. Submit to me.”
Will was more than strong or big. Power surged through him, and it had to be managed. And his innate desire for dominance had to be controlled.
I behaved impatiently, but I had no objection to his needs, because when he touched me, kissed me, when he said my name, nothing could keep me from surrendering to him.
There was no help for it, no help for me.
“Okay,” I breathed.
Still, I would plead, beg, whatever it took. How I wanted him was deeply rooted and never faded…it only grew more intense. He’d planted the seed the first time he kissed me.
“Do it now. Touch me now. Please, Will, please.”
With a smirk on his lips, he made me wait.
The sheets tangled around our legs as he finally gave in and situated himself above me again.
He dragged his mouth over my lips, over my skin, moving it down my body. He gripped my thighs, spreading them apart, and then moved on with his original plan to taste all of me.
As I climaxed, he shot up my body and captured my mouth with his, swallowing my sound, shoving inside me with a harsh thrust before my orgasm finished.
He groaned and cursed against my neck, forcing his trembling body still.
“Christ. I’ll never get over that.”
Leaning on his elbow, that hand holding mine above my head, he gripped my ass with his free hand and pushed himself deeper into me.
I cried out, pressing against him, arching…grinding…wanting more, pushing hard with my hips to meet every thrust he made in and out.
He slowed and ordered my surrender.
“Stop it, Elle. Move with me…don’t provoke me.”
His authoritative tone forced me to see what he needed. Full control. Me giving up mine made it easier for him to take us to a beautiful place where neither of us had ever been.
Will filled me over and over, creating erogenous friction in all the right places.
I squeezed him with my thighs and my knees and cried out against his lips. He was the only man I’d ever had who could do that to me while inside me.
Though I tried to hold back, I arched my back and clawed at his shoulders.
My name exploded from his lips like both a benediction and a curse as he came.
The roof might have fallen in, or the world outside might have ended...we didn’t care.
Will pulled me on to his chest and held me tightly as we caught our breath, making it clear that no matter the odds, no matter the cost, our own world would survive.
A scream burst from my lungs.
I threw myself to the edge of the bed and sent a lamp crashing to the floor.
I kicked and writhed until reality gripped me. It was Will restraining my arms. His hands, not those of a monster.
Bad dreams had troubled me throughout the night. The old leather book with the names of my ancestors had become a living demon, and its contents haunted me.
Will let go of my arms and opened his up for me. His eyes showed a deep sense of worry.