Page 28 of Burned
His control frays by degrees. I feel it in the tremor of his arms, the tightening of his jaw, the way his breathing grows rough against my cheek. He is trying to keep this measured.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer. His eyes flare. “Erin.”
“What?” I whisper, all innocence.
“Careful.”
“No.”
Something breaks in him.
Thank God.
His rhythm changes, deepening, turning fierce enough to make the headboard thud once against the wall. I cling to him, meeting each thrust, anger, jealousy, and fear burning out through sweat and skin and the terrible relief of being wanted by him.
He catches my wrists and pins them above my head. Thrill shoots through me.
Dominance.
Submission. A powerful man taking what is his.
Me. And that’s what I need right now. To know I’m still his.
His mouth lowers to my ear. “Say it.”
I know what he wants.
I shake my head.
His pace slows. Cruel man.
“Say it,” he repeats.
My body arches beneath him, desperate for the friction he is withholding. “No.”
He stills completely. I nearly sob.
“Stubborn girl.”
“Controlling man.”
His teeth close gently over my lower lip. The pleasure spikes. “Say you’re mine.”
The words hang between us. I stop fighting his hold. His eyes search mine. I lift my hips, taking him deeper, and watch his face tighten.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. A shudder moves through him. “But I’m not your prisoner.
And I’m not temporary.”
His grip on my wrists tightens.
“And if she comes here?—”
“She will find you in my bed,” he says, voice savage. “In my life. In every room I walk into. In every breath I take. That there is no part of me left untouched by you.”
The words break something open in me. Words disappear; all that’s left is the steady rhythm of our bodies moving against one another.
He slips a hand down between my thighs, thumbing my clit. I moan, head tilting back as my eyes close. Sparks burst between my legs while deeper inside, he brings me to the peak.
