Page 14 of Only in the Dark (Bound By Darkness Duet #1)

I pulled out until the tip of my cock remained inside her, then pushed back in harder than before, testing the waters, seeing if she could handle me.

My fingers dug into her thighs as I started to rock inside her, slow but hard with each thrust. Her breathing grew ragged, little moans escaping as her head tossed and turned on the pillow.

I loved how responsive she was, how she made her pleasure known even as she tried to hide her moans from me.

I watched as she battled between allowing herself to enjoy being fucked by her stalker, or trying to still pretend she didn’t want it.

I wouldn’t let her pretend I wasn’t bringing her pleasure.

I slowly unraveled one of my hands from her soft, trembling thighs, reaching around to press two of my fingers against her sensitive clit instead, keeping my cock buried inside her while getting her used to the sensation.

She wiggled and clenched around me, each movement intensifying my pleasure to dizzying heights.

I found myself yearning for the impossible—to break my ribs just so I could lean down and envelop her clit with my mouth while continuing to thrust into her.

The desire to taste her sweetness and feel her warmth envelop me simultaneously was overwhelming, but not humanly possible.

“You’re not wearing a condom,” she announced, realization dawning on her face as her eyes widened and she took another glance between us.

“You already know I’m negative. I know you’re on birth control.

How could I fill you up with my cum if I was wearing one?

” I questioned, grinning, pointing out my deepest desire.

Except one day, there’d be no birth control.

I’d breed her with purpose, filling her deep with my seed and maybe even hanging her upside down for a few minutes.

Anything to make sure she carried my child.

The intense glare she tried to muster dissolved into something else entirely when I shifted my hips, altering the angle of my thrusts.

Her lips parted involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping as my initial, forceful thrust found its mark, sending waves of sensation through her.

Rather than resisting, she pleaded for more, her voice a symphony of desire.

I intensified the rhythm, moving with increasing speed and force, igniting a fervor within her that seemed to consume us both.

“Oh God, that feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop,” she begged.

I kept driving into her with the same pace and force, hitting her G-spot repeatedly while forcefully rubbing her clit at a faster pace, determined to make her orgasm first. I knew she was close by the way her walls clenched me, trying to keep me in every time I pulled my hips back to thrust back into her.

“You feel so fucking good, beautiful. I’ll only need you for the rest of my life. Only this feeling, baby,” I told her. “I can’t wait to have you in every position humanly possible. Can’t wait to show you how good it can feel.”

She groaned. “You’re already showing me. Fuck, I’m going to come so hard. It feels—you feel—ugh, so good.”

Her expressing her pleasure made my hips snap harder, driving the bed to ram against the wall, the sounds of the metal, the bed, and the mixture of our moans filling the room and driving me feral.

I couldn’t even bring myself to talk anymore, to tell her how good she felt, how good she was at taking a pounding from me.

I was driven by pure animalistic instincts.

I hoped my moans and groans conveyed my pleasure, something I felt men should express more often during sex.

Women wanted to know they made you feel good, too.

I was so loud during sex that Olivia would never question it, especially not with my added dirty talk.

“You were made for me,” I growled. “So fucking tight, wet, and warm.” If we were closer, I’d bite her neck and suck my mark into her skin, letting everyone know she belonged to me.

“Come for me, baby,” I whispered, not letting up on the pressure I had on her clit, or the ferocity of my deep, hard thrusts into her body, sheathing my cock in the best feeling to ever exist.

“FUCK!” she screamed as her body convulsed in the cuffs, her warm walls clenching aggressively.

I buried myself to the hilt, wanting to feel every muscle enveloping me as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.

I could tell by her response that it was a full-body affair, much like mine as my spine started to tingle, my balls drawing up.

I couldn’t hold back any longer now that I felt her orgasming with me inside her.

Nothing had ever felt more right. Sex had never made me feel connected to another person until now.

Our first time was short yet magical, and every time with her would be just as magical…

but hopefully longer. There were no guarantees when it came to being with Olivia.

I spent a lifetime waiting for someone like her—someone who whispered to my shadows and breathed fire into my hollow chest.

The sounds of our heavy breathing filled the room, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull out of her even as we sat in a sweat-filled mess.

I was so worked up I could drive into her again, give her a second orgasm here and now.

But we had things to do before we could do that again.

My refractory period didn’t exist when it came to being with Olivia, no matter how fast the orgasm hit.

I’d never be fully satiated because being around her filled me with a deep craving I had never felt before her.

“You promised me to unmask yourself,” she said bitterly.

I slowly pulled out of her body, watching her wince.

She’d be sore, but I’d take care of her.

If we weren’t at a sex club right now, I’d bring her a warm rag and cream to make her feel better.

She needed to know I cared for her, that she wasn’t just a sex object to fulfill my desire.

I wasn’t sure anyone had treated her that way before.

As promised, I watched my cum drip from between our thighs and onto the poor comforter that didn’t belong to either of us.

The urge to fuck it back into her was strong, but we didn’t have time, so I settled for pushing it back inside with my index and middle fingers, curling them inside her to give her another taste.

I loved the way her whole body squirmed, wanting to get away from me to avoid the overwhelming pleasure. “Can’t waste a drop, baby,” I said.

“Stop. It feels too good. Please,” she pleaded. “I did what you asked. Hold up your end of the bargain and take off the mask. I deserve to know who just fucked me like that.”

“On one condition. Tell me what happened when you left Texas. Tell me what happened that night with Daniel, and then I’ll reveal myself.”

She took a deep breath, probably unaware I’d name-drop him, but then she told a story that rattled my bones.