Page 190 of Collide

I’m still shuddering when he pulls back slightly, stripping away the last scrap of clothing between us. He kneels between my legs, stroking himself as he watches me, his expression pure hunger.

“Are you sure?” His voice is hoarse, edged with restraint.

I nod, but that’s not enough for him. He leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Say it.”

“I want you,” I whisper, my fingers tracing down his spine, over the taut muscles of his back. “Take me, claim me, fuck me.”

His control snaps.

He lines himself up, tapping my clit twice, and I gasp as it tingles, sensitive post orgasm. Then he slides lower, his tip pressing against my entrance as he waits, giving me a moment, letting me feel the weight of him, the delicious stretch as he pushes inside.Slowly.

A sharp hiss escapes me, and my body tenses. He’s big, and even though he’s taken his time, there’s still a slight sting as he fills me, inch by inch.

A mixture of pleasure and pain courses through me.

In that moment, I realize:I like it.

“Relax,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. “Breathe.”

I exhale shakily, and as I do, my body adjusts, the ache giving way to something deeper, something that has me wanting more.

Desire.

When I finally look up at him, his jaw is clenched so hard it looks painful. “You’re so tight,” he groans.

Then he moves.

He starts slow, rolling his hips, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, filling me completely. The stretch, the friction, the way he rubs against every single nerve ending inside me—it’s overwhelming, breathtaking.

His mouth and hands grasp and ravage my breasts, his tongue artfully teasing and pulling my nipples.

“You have perfect tits,” he growls, his breath against my chest, emboldening me.

I lift my legs higher, wrapping them around his waist, drawing him deeper. A broken moan rips from his throat, his grip tightening on my hips as he thrusts harder, faster, his control slipping.

“Alex,” I gasp, nails raking down his back.

He groans deeply, his forehead pressing against mine. “I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” he pants, his rhythm relentless as he drives into me over and over.

“Alex… Al…ex…Alexander,” I cry out.

His cock throbs inside me. “Elena, you’re my undoing,” he groans, pushing into me again and again.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. I needmore.

I shift beneath him, raising my hips to meet him.

He stills. “Oh, Darling, you want to drive?” he coos wickedly.

I bite my lip, unsure, then in one swift move, he flips us, pulling me on top.

I gasp as I find myself straddling him, my hands braced against his torso, his shaft disappearing inside of me, and I feel myself stretch around him.

“Ride me.” His eyes are dark and hooded as he takes in the sight of me. His hands grip my thighs, guiding me at first, but I take control, rocking my hips, finding a rhythm that makes stars explode behind my eyes. It feels different this way, deeper and fuller. I watch as his cock disappears inside me as I move up and down, taking the entire length of him. My head falls back as I lose myself to the feeling.

“That’s it, Darling, use me.” His eyes are ablaze as he watches me grinding against him. His other hand snakes between us as he rubs my clit, my slickness coating the both of us.

“You’re so deep, Alex, you feel so good” I moan, my greedy little pussy taking every inch of him. Was this what I was missing out on all this time? Breathy grunts escape my lips as his hips thrust to meet mine.