Page 124 of Running from Drac

“I want you,” he says, his body shuddering as my teeth rake down his length until I’m choking.

“Tell me you fucking need me.”

He hesitates. Then my grip tightens, threatening to stop, keeping him right where I want him.

“Fucking say it! Tell me you fucking choose me,” I shout. Emotion clogs my throat as Eddie’s face flashes to the forefront of my mind, silently wishing it was him hovering above me.

“I choose ya,” he grits out.

I smile triumphantly, forcing myself on top until I’m straddling him and dragging the head of his cock through my slit without letting him any further.

His hands find their way to my hips again, in a desperate attempt to guide me and take over.

I slap them away.

“You enter when I say you enter.”

He lets out a groan and looks at me like I’m both his punishment and his reward. He’s not wrong.

I grind against him, my clit catching just enough friction to make my eyes flutter. I keep him right at the edge, rocking my hips back and forth as I tease him with my wetness until his head falls back, and he’s cursing me through his teeth.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Let me in.”

I lean down, my lips brushing over the cusp of his ear. “That’s more like it,” I whisper, my voice husky and drenched with lust.

His eyes explode with rapture as I sink down inch by painful inch, watching the way his mouth falls open as I take him fully inside me.

“Fuck, ya feel so good.”

His eyes pop open as I drag my nails down his chest, breaking skin, marking him as mine.

“Now be a good boy and fuck the shit out of me. Because good boys get fucked,” I whisper against his lips. “And you’ve been a very, very good boy.”

His mouth crushes mine, a mix of hunger and challenge, his tongue claiming me like he’s trying to brand me. I pushback, biting his lip hard enough to taste blood, and he growls, lifting me until I’m on my back and pinned to the bed.

“You think ya can fight me?” he rasps, grinding his cock against me. “Ya forget I already know how to break ya.”

I arch into him, nails digging into his shoulders. “Break me, then,” I hiss, “if you think you can.”

He thrusts his hips forward, making sure I feel every inch of him. My body betrays me, heat pooling low as he spears me hard.

“Christ, you’re soaked,” he murmurs against my neck, teeth grazing. “All this for me? Don’t bloody pretend it’s not.”

I claw at him in desperation, slightly furious with myself for wanting him this much. “Shut up and fuck me, Ryder.”

He slams into me without warning, filling me so suddenly I gasp, the stretch delicious and brutal. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, forcing me to take him deep as he drives into me with raw power.

Every thrust is punishment, every snap of his hips a reminder of what I once let myself have and shouldn’t want again. And still, my body betrays me, trembling around him, begging for more.

“You fuckin’ love this, don’t ya?” he groans, forehead pressed to mine, sweat dripping along his jaw. “Ya love my cock splittin’ ya open. Say it.”

I shake my head, biting back the cry threatening to escape, but he angles just right, slamming into that spot that makes me see stars. My scream rips out before I can stop it, nails dragging red lines down his back.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say ya want me. Fuckin’ tell me ya need me.”

As the pressure builds, my body spiraling toward release. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing ruthless circles that push me higher.

And then it happens.