Page 18 of Ignition Rites

That moan goes straight through me. Before I can do it again, he braces me against the wall and reaches for his pants.

I look down.

Well. That explains the confidence.

He sees my stunned face and chuckles before sliding his cock through the wet heat between my thighs.

“Tell me you want it. Beg for it.”

I hate begging. I hate even more that right now, for him, I want to.

“Please.” I tighten my legs around him. “I need it. My pussy needs your cock.”

Satisfied, he eases inside me.

We groan together, and my arms lock tighter around him as he works deeper.

“Oh my God. Yes!”

Every thrust takes his cock farther until the stretch burns in exactly the way I want.

“Harder. Fuck me like you mean it.”

He stops.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say if I wanted mercy. Keeping himself buried inside me, he carries me to the nearest workbench and lays me back across it.

He pulls out just long enough to strip off his shirt. His mask slips with it, and he catches it before it can fall, settling it back into place. I open my legs wider for him.

His right hand rises toward my throat.

I lift my chin.

Something in his eyes goes dark with approval before his fingers close around me, controlled pressure settling against my skin while his left hand guides himself back inside.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

I sound like a broken record, but he fucks me harder anyway. Exactly like I asked him to.

“Take it. Be a good fucking girl and take it. You asked for this.”

I do.

He gives me harder and faster until there’s nothing careful left in either of us.

His groan mixes with the engines and shouting outside while he fucks me with the same vicious lack of restraint I asked for.

He fucks me like he’s claiming something, and the thought that I might be that something sends heat tearing through me.

I come around him hard enough to lose the room for a few seconds.

He fucks me through my orgasm, not letting up.

When my vision clears, he’s above me, shirtless and straining, sweat catching along his chest and shoulders. His hand tightens slightly around my throat, and I know before he says anything that he’s close.

And then I remember what neither of us reached for.

No condom.