Page 56 of Devil's Property

Her trust.

And perhaps her heart. Her fucking heart.

Exhaling, I pulled my cock from her throbbing pussy, rubbing the tip up and down the crack of her ass. She shifted her hips back and forth, her rapid breathing not nearly as labored as mine. Yet what my body was going through wasn’t about exertion from the lack of exercise. Quite the opposite.

I was floating on a rush of adrenaline, a zing of excitement, and a lust so intense my lungs and heart were constricted.

Because of her.

My raw emotions and the constant state of arousal were all because of her. I closed my eyes and drove my cock back into her hot pussy once again.

Her moans were sweet music, her subtle cries a reminder that this man wanted to own her. After only roughly twelve hours. How the fuck had this happened?

Somewhere deep inside I knew the answer even if I wasn’t ready to face the truth.

As she panted, I developed a rhythm, fucking her long and hard while I dug the fingers of one hand into her hip.

Her muscles expanded to accept my thickness, yet they also clamped around my shaft, drawing me in even deeper.

She was fucking wet, so hot that beads of sweat had already formed across my forehead. I was used to women succumbing or even begging me to indulge in heinous activities, including using their bodies as punching bags. I’d enjoyed acts of kink from time to time and had to admit, the moment I’d slapped a handcuff on Fallon’s wrist, the darkness deep within almost spiraled out of control.

Yet it was the unfathomable need to protect her that kept me from acting on my most indulgent fantasies.

To this point.

I sucked in my breath as I continued fucking her, enjoying the way the stream of early morning sunlight highlighted her beautiful skin.

“Oh,” she moaned, bringing me down from a set of rafters. I’d given her two orgasms so far. That wasn’t enough. I needed her exhausted and satisfied, yet yearning for more.

Fallon clawed at the bedding and with her head turned slightly, I could easily see and enjoy the way her long lashes were skimming across her cheeks. Her eyes were half closed and her mouth was partially open. She appeared even more beautiful than before.

If that was possible.

I cracked my hand against her still heated bottom, the colors from the stern spanking lingering. As her face flushed, another wave of darkness stirred from deep within.

She met every brutal thrust with one of her own, amplifying the sound of my balls smacking against her. Maybe she still considered me a monster. That was fine by me.

As long as she also realized I was her master.

A smile lingered across my lips as her body stiffened. Goddamn, the woman was stunning in the throes of passion. Her moans escalated and within seconds, her entire body was shuddering. I refused to stop, driving my cock in with enough force her body was pitched forward.

The single sharp cry she issued was cut off when she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. I remained mesmerized as the wave of ecstasy slowly began to slide away. With my muscles stiff, I realized my control would soon fade.

Every soft whisper of her lips enthralled me. I brushed my fingers down her spine, marveling at the muscles in her back and the sweet freckles that floated across her skin.

Just like her nose. She tried to cover them up with makeup. Did she honestly believe they weren’t attractive? They were sexyas hell, distinguishing her from every other generic woman I’d experienced in my life.

Before I pulled my cock free of her sweet heat, I shifted my hand, wrapping it around her waist and holding her in position.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Anything I want.” I rolled the tip of my cock across one reddened butt cheek before pressing my cockhead against her dark hole.

As expected, she stiffened. Even her fingers were white knuckled as they wrapped around the bedding. She tugged on it relentlessly. Now that she was able to toss her head from side to side, she gave me an incredible show of her hair shimmering in the sunlight.

I pressed the tip just inside and she threw her head back, scattering strands of her hair across my face. The effect was almost as stimulating as the way her body moved and shuddered to my touch.

While there wasn’t a soul alive who would consider me gentle or tender, I couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her.