Page 93 of Fire and Silk

He licks —hot and lazy—and then I hear his voice, low and steady:

“Do you still remember him,” he breathes, “when it feels this good?”

I gasp.

I can’t answer.

My mouth opens but all that comes out is a shudder.

He growls behind me.

And then—his hand wraps around my jaw, pulling my head back gently but firmly. His fingers press into my cheeks as he bends low, mouth at my ear again.

“Answer me.”

The words snap through my spine like lightning.

I gasp out, trembling: “No.”

He thrusts harder.

One deep push that knocks the breath from my lungs and sends heat ripping through my belly. My thighs shake, pussy clenching around him as he sinks in fully and holds me there, body pressed to mine.

“Good girl,” he growls.

His cock stays buried inside me, thick and throbbing, the stretch so deep it feels carved into me now. One of his hands moves—sliding around my waist, dripping with water—and the other anchors under my ass as he shifts.

His arms flex, and he turns me.

The water ripples around us as he lifts me fully off the pool’s edge. I gasp, legs floating behind me as he pivots, one smooth, fluid motion that pulls me off the wall and into his chest.

And then—

I wrap my legs around him.

Thighs clutching tight. Ankles crossing behind his back. His cock presses even deeper at the new angle, forcing a high, cracked moan out of me as my arms fly up around his shoulders, clutching the wet curve of his neck.

The water rocks against us, swirling heat around my waist while he holds me up, buried to the hilt.

He doesn’t thrust—not yet.

Just holds me there, full and stretched and shaking in his arms. I feel the strain in his grip, the tight pull of his muscles under my fingertips, his heart hammering against my chest.

And then he moves.

His hips tilt upward, slow and grinding, dragging his cock against every aching nerve inside me as he thrusts deep—slow, controlled, like he wants to feel every inch of it. I gasp, spine arching, breasts pressing into the slick heat of his chest.

Then his mouth finds my neck.

His lips are wet and hot, dragging over my skin, teeth grazing just above my collarbone. I moan, my head tilting back instinctively, giving him access. He licks along the arch of my throat, and I feel the suction as he pulls me into his mouth.

I shudder.

His cock pulses inside me. His hands grip tighter—one spreading across the small of my back, the other molding to my ass like he needs it under his palm.

He bites.

A claiming nip just beneath my jaw. I cry out, the sound tumbling from my lips before I even register it. My nails dig into his back, legs squeezing around him as he rolls his hips again.