Page 75 of The Councilor

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie to me. Tell me. Now.” His voice dipped dangerously low, so seductive I was quivering to my core.

As he shifted his legs between mine, I held my breath as I’d done so many times before, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing several times in anticipation.

He was so large, his cock fully engorged, and I was fearful that he’d rip me apart. There was something so special about the way he splayed out my hair on his pillow, sliding his fingers through my long strands. As if he wanted this moment to last as long as possible, just like I did. After trailing his fingers down my chest, he lifted a single leg, bending it at the knee then pressing his lips against the inside.

There was such a connection between us, heated and intense, and as I slowly lowered one of my hands, finally wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft, a smile crossed my face. His cock was throbbing, so large that I shuddered all over again just thinking about him sliding it deep inside.

Yet he’d done it before. Why was this different? Letting go? A near death experience?

Did it matter? Honestly, not in the least.

As I started to stroke him, the corners of his mouth were turned up, his eyes narrowing. He allowed me to explore, enjoying teasing him as he’d done with me, relishing the feel of his sex. But as our combined hunger continued to grow, he took full control once again, removing my hand and shifting the tip to my swollen folds. I’d never been so wet, the ache unlike anything I’d felt before.

When the tip was just inside, he placed his forearms on the bed on each side of me, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching. I rolled my hands down his sides, marveling in the feelof his hardness. He never blinked, never allowed his eyes to shift away from me for one second as he slowly pushed inside.

There were a few seconds of pain that were quickly washed away into the most incredible roar of tingling sensations. Panting, I wrapped one leg around his, arching my back, hungering to feel all of him. My muscles stretched, screaming as he filled me completely. The ache was intense, powerful in a way that I couldn’t attach words to.

He hesitated, keeping the remaining inches from being driven into my core. I tilted my head, forcing our lips to touch. Then I said the words he wanted me to say without reservation.

“Fuck me long, hard, and rough.”

I adored every guttural sound he made, the way he allowed himself to enjoy every moment of this. He was much more experienced than I was, but he didn’t seem to care.

The expression on his face was even more carnal than before. He brushed his lips back and forth across mine then did as I asked, thrusting the remainder inside, capturing my mouth to keep my cry exploding into his.

The shiver coursing through me was also different, much more electrified. I wanted this to last forever.

I scratched my nails down his arm, wrapping my fingers around his solid muscle as if I needed to hold on. He was the only stabilizing presence in my life, the only reason I got up every morning. And he was the sole reason I was still breathing.

He was my everything.

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered. “That’s it.”

“More. Harder. Faster.”

“I told you to be careful what you asked for.”

My handsome fiancé grabbed my other leg, yanking it around his hip as he broke the kiss, his heavy breathing floating across my face like a wildfire. As he pulled almost all the way out, I grasped his hips, trying to lift mine. The hunger was too great, fulfilling the need the only thing that mattered.

I loved it when he was rough, his form of letting go. To me, it was as if he was allowing the real man inside to be seen by someone for the first time. For someone considered a playboy, he’d been so closed off.

Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as the sweet betrayal of our bodies came to fruition. I clung to him, intertwining my legs as he lifted his hips once again, plunging even harder.

My breath turned to slow, soft gasps as he developed a rhythm, plunging in and out, pushing every beautiful boundary. I was driven into a lull, unable to focus as he trailed rough, hungry kisses down my jawline, rubbing his lips across to my ear. His whisper was harsh, telling and a promise of things to come.

“I’m going to fuck you for hours.”

If only that could be the truth.

Shuddering in his hold, every plunge became more brutal as his needs intensified, and he lost his ability to maintain control. As my muscles continued to stretch, I knew that without a shadow of a doubt I would never be able to free my mind of wanting him. This wasn’t just about being lovers any longer. This was aboutsomething much darker, something that could eventually drive us both into hell.

But as before, I didn’t care. I was happy. I was insanely happy and while it didn’t make any sense, I wasn’t certain anything ever would around him.

He was so strong, his hold firmer and more comforting than before.

I shut my eyes, squeezing them to keep from becoming emotional, concentrating on the continued blast of pleasure. As he drove into me hard and fast, the tingling morphed into another climax so shockingly powerful it twisted my stomach, igniting every synapse.