Page 38 of His Haunted Desire

“Comforting me when I have nightmares and looking at me like I’m a meal arenotpart of the deal.”

“And yet, you like when I do both.”

“Says who?”

I walk around the bed, and take her by the hips. She doesn’t move to stop me, or pull away. “You don’t need tosay.”

“Stop,” she whispers.

“Say that like you mean it.”

“Stop… sir.”

“You know that just turns me on even more.”

She chews on her lip. “Sir, you can’t just take what you want. You can’t just take all responsibility from me… you can’t make this your choice, not mine. You can’t.Sir.”

She moans the final sir. She knows what she’s doing.

She’s saying I can’t do it… while giving me a roadmap onhowshe wants it.

“What if you want me to take responsibility from you?” I growl.

Her whimpers and the widening of her eyes tell me I’m right.

“What if you need me to?” I slide my hand around to her full ass and pull her against me, indulging in her curvy sexiness. “You need me to take the lead so you can forget about your nightmare, about the storm, about everything.”

“I don’t think this is very appropriate, sir.”

“Keep telling yourself that; none of this is on you… It’s all on me.”

She moans again, doing a piss poor job of pretending she doesn’t like it. I crush my lips against hers, tasting her pleasure, feeling her shiver with barely repressed desire. She squeezes onto my shoulders.

“Sir,” she whispers.

“Every time you say that,” I groan between hungry kisses. “I get even harder.”

She wriggles against me. “Canyou get any harder, sir?”

Fuck.

The answer is yes.

She whimpers longingly when I pick her up and place her atop the chest of drawers, her legs opening, allowing me to drive my hips forward and push my engorged cock against her needy core.

She gasps. “Wait–our masks.”

I smirk. “If you want your mask before I touch your eager, soaked pussy, you better say it like you mean it.”

I step back, creating some space between her body and mine, then glide my hand slowly up her thigh. She halts my wrist before I can go all the way.

“Please, sir,” she moans, her legs shaking as if her body is screaming at her to let me go all the way.

“Stay exactly where you are,” I growl.

I walk around the bed and grab our masks. Putting mine on first, I then hand hers to her. Her hands tremble as much as her lust-filled legs as she carefully pulls it on.

“Easier to accept you need this now, aye?” I croon, gliding my hand up her bare leg and against her underwear.