Page 646 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

I deepen the kiss then, pouring all my love into it, the passion and desire intensifying. Hiking one of her long legs over my hip, I open her up for me.

“Tell me,” I rasp against her lips before shifting away to reposition myself. On my knees now, I notch the head of my cock at her entrance, heart now pounding in my ears like the beat of a war drum. My hand on the underside of her knee tightens, my left forearm resting beside her sprawled-out hair. “Tell me you want to be taken care of by me. Tell me you want my love.”

Her nostrils flare, eyes flashing with hellfire. But I’m not deterred by her refusal.

“I’m going to take care of you,” I tell her, voice lowering, leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to let me.”

Her breasts rise and fall faster, and her hands move to my back, nails pricking my skin.

“Good girl.”

Then I sink myself inside of her in one smooth stroke, all the way to the base.

A ragged, deep moan leaves me in time with the breathy noise Ezla makes, and I press my forehead into the crook of her neck as I hitch her leg higher, stilling for a brief period to soak up this moment, chest thumping with force, before slowly pulling my lower body away, then pushing back inside her deep and hard, rolling my hips to make sure she feels every inch of me, every ridge of my cock. “You feel so good, Love. You take me so damn well,” I breathe unsteadily as I repeat the motions. Her silken walls flutter around me, and my hips jerk instinctively, breaking my rhythm. “Tell me—what do you need, Love?”

“Harder. Deeper. Faster.”

Deciding I can do that while still showing my affection, my adoration, for her, I pick up my pace slightly, balls slapping against her ass. My hand shifts further up her leg and tightens on her thigh, spreading her wider for me so I can fuck into that sweet spot of hers, knowing I’m hitting it perfectly when her eyes roll back in her head that tips back into the pillow. “Take it—take all of me,” I pant roughly.

“Yes, Scotty,” she gasps out, her voice somehow maintaining that cruel edge even now, and my cock throbs inside her in response as it drags along her walls over and over again. “Right there. Keep doing that.”

“Right here?” I grind myself into her even deeper. “You want me to fuck you right here until you come for me?”

“Yes. I will kill you if you stop.”

My chuckle is breathless, sweaty skin sliding against hers as I press closer, wanting as much contact as possible, her hard nipples gliding over my chest with every purposeful thrust. “I wouldn’t dream of stopping, Love.”

A grunt is forced from me as she squeezes around me like a vice, and I pant hot breaths against her neck, hardening my muscles further to drive myself into her in the exact way she needs me to. I don’t want her to have to do any of the work, and impossibly, she surrenders to those desires, floods of protectiveness and gratification washing over me in response as she holds on to my shoulders like she needs me. Like this flawless, independent woman needs what I have to offer.

“So stunning, my Bonded,” I whisper, and my stomach contracts at the answering sharp bite of her nails.

Thrust.

“So strong.”

Thrust.

The puffs of air escaping her grow heavier, and I shift my position, her foot digging into my ass as she keeps her leg locked around me while I gently detach those claws from my skin so I can link our fingers when I bring her hands to the pillow either side of her head. Her eyes have fallen closed, and they don’t open for me until I murmur roughly, “Look at me, Ezla.”

Those dark lashes flutter as she shockingly listens, lids giving way to those unique irises, and my chest spasms as our gazes connect, the pumping of my hips increasing to match the rising desperation within me.

I’m almost light-headed as we keep that connection, and when her hips jerk slightly as she loses some restraint, I rotate my own to make sure her clit’s stimulated too, attention flicking down to her lips as her teeth sink into the lower one. Dipping my neck, I replace them with my own, muffling the velvety moan the action earns me, relishing in the way her hands tighten around mine as our lips move together passionately. But I have to tear them away again as she clamps down on my length once more like she’s trying to suck the damn soul from my body, a guttural groan dragged from my throat, brows furrowing as white-hot pleasure spears through me.

I feel her begin to tremble in time with the rising flush on my chest and neck, the movement of my hips becoming jerky and uneven although I try to keep myself steady for her. My breathing comes shallower, and I press my lips back to hers, tongue plunging inside her mouth to tangle with her own. She’s so fucking wet and warm, it’s impossible to hold back.

The sensitively in the tip of my cock becomes unbearable, and I break away to straighten and throw her legs over my shoulders, slamming into her with more force on my next thrust, ensuring my strokes are more precise again, needing to get her there before me. “Come for me, Love. Come on my dick. Show me how much your pussy loves being worshipped. Show me how much you love being taken care of, treated how you deserve.”

Breath catching, her fingers clench in the sheets, knuckles white, and her back arches off the bed. “Scotty!”

Right there with her, I explode at the sound of my name on her lips, shouting hers in return, the all-consuming pleasure that cascades through me making my head spin. As she pulses around me, I spill deep inside her, slowing my thrusts to work her through her orgasm, my fingers leaving red marks behind on her thighs as I gradually loosen my shaking grip.

Gasping for oxygen, I collapse on top of her, staying buried in her warmth. My arms come to wrap around her, and my head nestles into the place between her neck and shoulder again. I pepper kisses across the damp skin there, tasting the salty tang, and I run a hand through her glossy hair as I inhale that hot-cinnamon scent of hers.

“I love you so much, Ezla,” I murmur into her as the rapid beat of her heart syncs with mine where they’re pressed together. “You mean everything to me . . . you’ve become everything in such a short amount of time.”

She’s stiffened a little, but not as badly as usual, and I quickly soothe her with my lips and touch back into a state of relaxation.

Then my heart skips a beat—or ten—when she slowly rests her hands on my back in attempt to return my hold.