Page 62 of Ice & Steel

“Will…will you force me?” she gasped.

Clearly, after all this time, we were on the same wavelength.

Gently, I kissed her pussy. “If you struggle.”

My tongue flicked out and hit her clit. Her spine arced and she wrenched her hips, catching me in the chin with her knee. Pain shocked down my neck and I bit my lip. A little spot of blood blossomed on my tongue.

“Fuck, Liv,” I swore.

“I’m sorry,” she said, eyes widening. “That was an accident.”

My hand clamped over her throat, my jaw stinging. “I think you want it so badly you can’t control yourself, you dirty whore.”

I locked my hand around her ankle and her eyes flashed, burning with desire, as I dragged her down beneath my body. Her other hand came up, but I caught it and pinned it over her head. Then I unfastened my belt and ripped my zipper down. Her gaze flicked down and her hips twisted, but she didn’t stop me.

Instead, she sensed what I was about to do and she lifted her hips to offer herself to me. Her lips parted and her breasts heaved. It was pissing me off that they were covered.

My fist closed over her bodice and the fabric shredded beneath my hand. Tearing from her body and baring her torso. Her pale brown nipples were stiff and the soft flesh of her breasts was dotted with goosebumps.

Our eyes locked. The world went quiet.

“Lucien,” she whimpered, barely audible.

My lids were heavy, everything in me permeated with swirling heat. It was a good thing I had come earlier in the evening because if I hadn’t, I’d have spilled everything onto the ground between her legs right now.

“Perhaps I’ll have mercy on you,” I breathed. “If you beg the way I want.”

Her teeth pinned her lip, scraping it. Leaving it puffy.

“Please, sir,” she gasped.

I shook my head. “Not fucking good enough.”

Her hips worked until my cock touched her opening, glazed with arousal. My vision flashed as her soft heat brushed the underside of the head. Sending a shudder through my hips. God, I was already leaking, I could feel it.

“Have mercy,” she whispered.

Her hips tensed as I stilled the head of my cock against the entrance of her cunt. I felt her heartbeat in the slick muscles at the sensitive tip and I counted it between our breaths.

One. Two. Three.

I pushed in, breaching her sex just an inch. It took all my willpower to hold back, to give her just a taste of me.

“Oh, Lucien,” she begged. “Oh God, fill me, please.”

In the dark, her chin shook and her dark eyes were broken with need. I bent, bracing my knee into the dust, and kissed her soft mouth. Her lips were hot and they parted for me, taking my tongue. When I broke away, she released a single gasp and her pussy clenched on the head of my cock.

“Should I fuck you until you’re pregnant again?” I asked.

“No…Lucien,” she whimpered.

“Wrong answer.” I slammed my hips, driving into her slick, hot muscles in one thrust. Filling her until my groin settled against her clit. I swore I felt it pulse, that little bud of pleasure between her soft thighs.

She cried out and the sound split the silent orchard. Her spine bent and her head fell back, dark hair pooling in the dirt. I lifted my head and listened to her wail die away until there was nothing but silence.

“Sir,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Please…what, baby?” I pressed.