Page 39 of Make Me Yours (Chicago Railers Hockey #1)

The second swat lands harder, igniting a sharper sting that elicits a gasp.

The third follows swiftly, the delicious burn sending a bolt of lust through my entire body, culminating in a moan slipping from my lips.

Each strike builds upon the last, a crescendo of sensation that unravels me from the inside out.

Yet, after every swat, his hand soothes the skin, a gentle caress that grounds me, reminding me of his unwavering presence.

“You’re doing so well, lucky charm,” he says, his velvety voice dripping with approval. “You’re being such a good girl.”

The unexpected praise sends a jolt of warmth through me before pooling low in my belly. I hadn’t anticipated how deeply his words would affect me or how much I’d crave his validation. The realization is both shocking and exhilarating.

By the time he pauses, I’m left panting, my body aflame with a need I never knew existed. My core throbs, and I can feel the damp evidence of my arousal against my inner thighs. The combination of his firm hand and tender words has unraveled me completely, leaving me yearning for more.

My body is on fire as my core throbs with desire.

But it’s not just arousal pooling in my stomach.

It’s something else.

Something deeper.

Something I’m not ready to examine too closely.

“Steele,” I whisper.

He shifts me gently in his arms before lifting me like I weigh nothing and carrying me down the hall toward his bedroom.

Every step sends a shiver racing across my skin.

My ass still stings in the most delicious way.

I’m shaking and lightheaded. Caught between the hazy afterglow of everything that just happened and the growing anticipation of what’s still to come.

Steele nudges open the bedroom door with his foot and then moves toward the bed with a steady, deliberate pace. He lowers me onto the mattress with a gentleness that makes my heart twist .

He leans over, one hand planted beside my head, as he stares down at me. His eyes burn with a dark, hungry intensity that sends a shockwave straight through me.

“That,” he murmurs, voice low and rough, “was just a little taste of what I’m going to give you.”

His words settle low in my belly, lighting me up from the inside out.

When his mouth finds the curve of my collarbone and brushes over it before nipping the skin lightly, I arch into him without thinking, seeking more.

Needing more.

He grips the hem of my shirt and drags it upward, pulling it over my head and baring me to the cool air and his gaze. He steps back for a beat, gaze sweeping over me like I’m the most captivating thing he’s ever seen.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His hands slide around my back to unclasp my bra, the tension of the fabric easing before he slides it down my arms and tosses it aside. The worshipful way he looks at me makes me ache everywhere.

He reaches out, toying with the little buds, brushing them with his thumbs until they pebble beneath his touch.

“Have I mentioned how much I love your nipples?” he asks, a teasing edge to his tone.

I shake my head. “I don’t think so.”

The smile he flashes is wicked. “Then I’ve been remiss.”

He tweaks both at once, sending a pulse of heat straight to my core. I arch up into his hands, greedy for more.

“So damn eager,” he mutters, trailing his mouth across the curve of one breast. “And so fucking responsive.” He palms my chest, kneading gently before pinching both peaks again. “He never understood what he had, did he?”

There’s no name mentioned, but we both know who he means .

I can’t bring myself to speak. Not when every cell in my body is exploding like fireworks under his touch.

His hands drift down my ribs, leisurely and reverently, like he’s savoring every inch he’s finally allowed to touch.

The cool air hits the slickness between my thighs, making me shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the feel of his hands as they roam lower, his fingers teasing, never quite giving me enough.

“You’re soaked for me,” he growls against my ear. “Fucking dripping, baby.”

I whimper, pressing back against his hand, desperate for more contact, for anything.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “Letting me touch you. Letting me feel how badly you need it.”

He brushes his fingers along my core, featherlight, teasing me until I’m squirming beneath him.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Lilah,” he rasps, dragging his mouth along the curve of my hip. “I think about you spread out for me like this every damn time I close my eyes.”

A desperate, broken sound tears from my throat as he finally strokes me where I need him most, until my muscles are tightening with need.

“That’s it,” he croons. “Let me feel you. Let me make your body sing the way no one else ever has. Let me show you exactly who you belong to.”

And God help me, I want it.

I want all of it.

“Turn over,” Steele orders. “I want to see that gorgeous ass in the air.”

For a second, I’m too dazed to move, too wrapped up in the heat of his hands and the low gravel of his command.

Then his fingers slide down to my clit, tapping it once. It’s firm yet teasing. “Did you hear me, lucky charm?”

The lazy warning in his tone sends a shiver down my spine as I shift, rolling onto my stomach. The cool kiss of the sheets meets my flushed skin as I lift my hips obediently into the air, offering myself without a second thought.

And just like that, I’m his again.

Every thought.

Every trembling inch of my body belongs to him.

Steele’s palm cups my ass, squeezing, as if he’s committing every curve to memory. His hands are everywhere, both grounding and unraveling me with every possessive touch.

I shudder when he parts my flesh, exposing everything without a hint of shame. The air against my damp, aching skin makes me whimper as my heart hammers against my ribs.

I know he can see all of me now.

Every drenched, needy inch.

And the thrill of that knowledge coils tight and hot in my belly, setting me ablaze.

His fingers drift lower, featherlight and unhurried. When the pad of his finger brushes the untouched ring of muscle, my entire body jerks. It’s partly shock and a good amount of pure molten heat.

“Has anyone ever taken you here, baby?” he asks casually, like he already knows the answer. Like he’s already claimed that part of me too.

I go still, every sense attuned to his voice, his touch, and the low heat blooming deep inside me.

“No,” I whisper.

He doesn’t move. He just keeps stroking gently, teasing, circling. Absorbing every tiny reaction with razor-sharp focus.

“Is that something you want to explore?” Steele asks.

I steady myself with a ragged inhale.

The question doesn’t feel invasive or like a demand.

It feels like an offer. One given with tenderness and layered in care.

And the way he’s watching me, the way he tracks every flutter of my breath, every tremble in my limbs, makes it clear this isn’t just about sex for him.

It’s about trust.

It’s about showing me what it feels like to be cherished while being stripped completely bare.

“Yes,” I whisper, heart pounding.

Steele lets out a sound that’s raw and guttural.

As if my answer cracked something open deep inside him.

“Good.” He presses a kiss to the curve of my lower back. “Because the thought of taking you like that drives me out of my mind.”

His confession sends a shudder through me.

Something primal twists inside me before trying to claw its way free.

Then his fingers glide back to where I’m already dripping, and he strokes me with a maddening slowness. I tremble beneath him as I bury my face in the sheets, trying to hold on while he pushes me closer to the edge of something that feels overwhelming.

“Mmm,” he hums, voice thick with desire. “I love seeing you like this. Spread out and shaking for me.”

When he teases that forbidden place again, I whimper, biting down on my lip. The sensation is new and startling.

Too much.

And yet, it’s not nearly enough.

I want more.

I want everything.

He leans down until his chest brushes my back, the heat of him a brand against my spine.

The air shifts near my ear as he leans in to whisper, “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, lucky charm. But only if you trust me. Only if you let me.”

I trust him more than anyone.

Instead of feeling afraid, I feel seen .

Worshipped.

More than that, I feel like I belong to him.

His fingers trail along my cleft before dipping lower, teasing slow, deliberate circles. My whole body tightens as a desperate ache builds beneath my skin.

Without warning, he pulls back.

“Spread your knees a little wider,” Steele murmurs.

I obey instantly, lost in him and the need thrumming through every inch of me.

There’s the faint, delicious rustle of clothing being shed from behind me. And then the blunt head of his cock, thick and hard, pressing against my entrance.

“Steele,” I choke out as I brace on my elbows, shaking so badly I can barely hold myself up.

“I’ve got you.”

I can feel the tremor in his body too.

He’s just as aroused and desperate.

And he’s holding it all back for me.

He teasingly drags the head of his cock across my slit, gathering every drop of wetness, as if to savor it. His body quivers as he fights to restrain himself.

“I need you to tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps against my ear. “If you need me to slow down or stop, just say the word.”

His hand sweeps down my back in a soothing caress that grounds me.

“I won’t,” I say, my voice barely audible over the thundering beat of my heart. “I need you, Steele.”

A broken sound, half groan, half something almost like a prayer, rips from him. And then, finally, he pushes inside me.

I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets as he stretches me, fills me inch by careful inch, his body shaking against mine.

“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, forehead pressed to my shoulder. “You feel so good. So damn good.”

I whimper, arching into him, needing more, needing all of him.

“Do you feel how deep I am inside you?” he asks, voice like gravel and sin.

“Every stroke designed to worship you. Drown you in pleasure. That’s all I want is to give you so much bliss you’ll never be able to live without it again.

I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. One devastating thrust at a time. ”

My hips shift instinctively, silently begging him to make good on that promise.

And Steele gives it to me, driving deeper until there’s no space left between us.

Until I’m so full of him that it feels like we were made for this.

He builds a rhythm that has my toes curling and moans tumbling out unchecked. Every drag of his cock makes me feel adored, fucked, claimed. He hits something deep inside me that makes my vision blur and my fingers clench in the sheets.

“You’re taking me so damn good,” he groans. “This pussy was made for me.”

I can’t argue.

Even more than that, I don’t want to.

Because it feels true.

His pace builds.

Faster.

Harder.

My body meets each piston with equal desperation. His grip on my hips tightens as he pounds into me, relentless and perfect. My skin is damp, my thighs shaking, and I know I’m close.

The tension inside me coils tighter with every steady roll of his hips.

Every low groan he presses into my skin.

Every whispered word that falls from his lips.

“So beautiful. So damn perfect. ”

The pleasure continues to build until it’s sharp, sweet, and all-consuming.

Until I’m teetering on the edge.

And when he reaches around, finding my clit with skilled fingers and stroking me in perfect time with his thrusts, I find myself dancing on the brink, barely able to hold it together.

“Steele—”

“I know, baby,” he rasps. “Let go. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

I shatter with a cry, my muscles clenching around him as my vision goes hazy and stars explode behind my eyelids. My entire body tightens, pulsing with pleasure so intense it makes my knees buckle.

Steele growls before following me over the edge. His hips drive deep one final time as he spills inside me with a hoarse shout of my name.

For a long moment, we cling to each other, unsteady and silent, lost in the aftershocks.

He eases out of me before gathering me up into his arms.

“You’re mine now, Lilah,” he mutters against my hair, voice rough with emotion.

And nestled against him, heart still racing, body still humming with the echo of him inside me, I know it’s true.

For the first time in my life, I understand what it means to be thoroughly fucked.

And nothing has ever felt more incredible.