Page 9 of Trapped (Snowbound with a Stranger #2)

Passion In Motion

Erin

There had never been anything like that before—anyone like him. I’d never known the hard, masculine lines of a body like his, with strength enough to support my not insubstantial weight as he plowed into me, nor the sense of empowerment his vigor filled me with as he drilled me into the side of the cabin. I used to scoff at the idea that I needed a man, but as he gave me everything he had to give, I was forced to reconsider. I’d denied myself the erotic pleasure of a man for a long time, thinking it had made me stronger, but in reality, all it had left me feeling was incomplete.

The intensity in his brilliant gray gaze ignited me as our bodies crashed together, as though I was the only woman in the world he’d ever screwed before. There, in the shadows, I started to believe in that mesmerizing passion.

“Jesus, Erin.”

His jaw tightened as he guided my sex up and down the length of his hard shaft.

“You feel so good.”

I could only agree, the sounds of our bodies colliding competing with the hammering of my heart as I threw my head back onto the wood and yelled.

“Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

“I’m not stopping,”

he murmured, his eyes half-closed as he basked in my body.

Allowing his shoulders to bear the burden of us both, I snapped my hips forward, riding him over and over until the heat at my core furled with fresh urgency. It had only been minutes since I’d last erupted, but with the sweet friction of his body provoking my clit and the way he was stretching me, I sensed it wouldn’t take much for me to topple a second time.

The carnality we created together was a tumult of desire, our old rage and our current lust combining to ramp up our instinctive connection. By the time his breathy pleas morphed to gruff grunts, it was clear we were both on the verge of free-falling.

“Eli!”

Somewhere, deep down, I knew the last thing he wanted to hear was his name, but poised on the edge of insanity, I could scarcely think of anything except the name of the man who’d swept into my world and turned everything on its head.

My ‘sir’ he might have become, but fundamentally, he was still an enigma, with so much about him remaining unknown. All I’d managed to ascertain in the time we’d been stuck there was that he was once a park ranger, and before that, he’d worked for the state in some shady capacity, though what his profession had been remained shrouded in secrecy.

“You are so bad.”

He rasped the words, turning and staggering us both toward the bed. I yelped at the sudden change of tack, the shift yanking me back from the brink when my clit no longer received the consistent stimulation it needed to push me to paradise.

We landed in a heap on the unkempt covers, our bodies still fused as he settled between my legs.

“No!”

I whimpered, pushing my clit north to meet his body.

“I was so close.”

His hips paused at my complaint, his gaze darkening as he lowered over me.

“So fucking bad, little girl.”

Swooping to claim my lips, he found my hands and tugged them up and over my head. I ceded to the kiss, enjoying the intimacy, despite my loss. I’d already benefited from one soul-shattering orgasm, but being so close to satisfaction again and then being refused was still difficult to bear. Enmeshing his fingers with mine, he pinned my palms down before his cock began to move, his face rising over mine like a deity.

“If I’m so bad, you’d better make me pay, sir.”

I barely recognized the purring temptress I’d become.

No doubt Chelle and the others wouldn’t have known me either had they been there to witness the unraveling events, but even though I missed my friend and still wanted to know what had befallen her, a selfish part of me was grateful there was no one else there to observe the debauched change. I was only just coming to terms with the wild facet of Erin that Eli seemed to have unleashed.

“Oh, I’ll make you pay all right.”

The deep resonance of his growl snapped me right back into the then and there, the musculature of his body and the inches of his thick cock buried inside my pussy all anchoring me to the present.

“How about we start right now?”

“S-sir?”

He seemed foreboding suddenly, that tempting eyebrow cocking as he shifted to his knees and lifted my hips and backside from the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Making you pay.”

His gaze darted to mine as his arm slid to the back of my knees and held me down. I could tell he wasn’t applying much pressure, but his limited effort was enough to ensure I remained pinioned to the covers with my ankles around my ears.

“Remember?”

“But?”

There was no time to protest. Dropping to the bed before me, his head settled between my outstretched cheeks as his tongue lapped at my pussy. Fireworks erupted in my head as his brought my sensitive flesh back to life, each fresh tonguing edging me closer to ecstasy as I struggled to keep up with what was going on. I watched, captivated as the brooding giant of a man who’d both caged and sheltered me teased between my lips while simultaneously pinning my curled body down to the bed.

“You taste so good.”

He rose onto one elbow and threw me a salacious wink, the look of him commanding my muscles to contract.

“And you’re so bloody wet that you’ve done most of the job for me.”

“What?”

It was possible that a part of me knew what he had in mind, but I dared not believe it was true. It wasn’t until he eased himself into position over me so the tip of his enormous dick grazed my rectum that his intention became crystal clear.

“Sir, no!”

I tensed out of instinct, realizing how vulnerable I was to the intrusion. From my current position, there was nothing I could do to prevent him penetrating my ass, and worse still, my clit pulsed desperately at the idea of my helplessness.

Therein was the paradox that had entranced me from the first moments alone in the cabin with Eli; that incessant push and pull between us that never seemed to relent. I wanted him, yet I didn’t. I was frantic for the denigration he promised to deliver, but I couldn’t cede without fighting him first.

“But, sir!”

His dastardly scheme unfolded before my eyes—the way he’d take me, and even though I’d protest, the way I’d secretly adore his rough treatment.

“Please, I—”

“You asked me to make you pay.”

The dark glint gleaming in his knowing silver gaze sealed my fate.

“Well, this is the debt, little girl. All eight inches of my cock being buried into your tight little ass.”

My throat dried at the way he made that sound. How could anything be both terrifying and red-hot at the same time? But then, that had been Eli’s power right from the start. His ominous authority had stirred something in me from the very beginning, and even though I’d hated being spanked at first, he’d found a way to help me love it.

Or maybe it’s not him?

The thought dashed through my mind as his gaze speared me.

Maybe I learned to love it because, deep down, I’ve always wanted to find a man like him?

Could that be true? Had I always sought a man to put me in my place the way Eli had?

The concept was obliterated when his cock impaled me, the first few inches of him stabbing deep into my sensitive flesh.

“Oh my God!”

Acting on instinct, I clawed at his forearm still pinning my legs back, but his muscles were like metal, and apparently, immune to my attack.

“Please!”

The intrusion was so intense that it was taking every ounce of my being to gasp the words.

“Please, it’s too much!”

“It’s not too much.”

His voice was soft and taunting, daring me to take up his challenge.

“Your body was made for this, little girl. All you have to do is breathe.”

“Breathe?”

Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one with the huge shaft being shoved where the sun didn’t shine.

“Nice, deep breaths.”

His hips stilled, allowing me time to acclimate to his imposition, and unsure what else to do, I found myself complying. Pulling in air as best I could, I stared into his eyes, pinned every inch as much by the ferocity I found there as I was by his strong bicep.

“Better.”

His lips tugged into a smile as, leisurely, he dove deeper.

“Oh my fucking God!”

Mouth parted, I squealed as he claimed me, unsure how anyone was supposed to process so much carnal intensity. It wasn’t that he was hurting me—there was no pain, save for the initial flare I’d experienced when he’d pierced me—but the sense of fullness was like nothing else I’d ever experienced.

Eli was everywhere. He was the hot breath on my skin, the vast hand holding me down, and the huge dick stretching me open. It seemed there was nothing I could do except lie there, a passive vessel for his ardor, and receive everything he had to give me.

“Fuck, little girl.”

He eased away an inch or two before sliding deeper and provoking another cry from me.

“You are something else.”

“Please.”

I didn’t know what I was pleading for anymore. I’d wanted him to stop at first, the power of his possession too much for me to tolerate, but having accommodated his desire, I wasn’t so certain I sought that ending.

There was something about his rhythm, something about the utter sense of custody he held over my body as he moved that was driving me insane. I’d never known anything like it, had never thought the sense of ownership was possible, but gazing up at the man who appeared to have mastered me, it was all so clear.

I asked him to spank me, and he’d duly obliged, so naturally, when I’d taunted him with the idea of pushing me even harder, that was precisely what he’d done. Burying his cock into my ass was less a demonstration of his power and more me getting what I wanted. I just hadn’t realized I’d needed it until he delivered.

“Relax.”

He lowered over me, ratcheting the intensity as he took tenure over my body.

“I have you, Erin.”

“Yes.”

Releasing my grip on his upper arm, I accepted no words had ever been truer. He did have me, and he’d continue to take whatever he wanted, for however long he wanted, and there wasn’t a damn thing I’d do to stop him—not because he was coercing me, but because his authority was what I wanted.

Permitting my arms to fall by my head, I relinquished all control to the man who’d become my savior, and as though he sensed my concession, he, in turn, relaxed his grasp on my legs, allowing them to fall either side of him as he plowed into my ass.

“Oh, God.”

I mouthed the words, aware I was sounding like a broken record yet unable to think of any other adequate way to express what I was feeling.

His head lowered over me, strands of his dark hair brushing over my skin as his thrusts sped up and his climax neared, and when, finally, he roared with satisfaction, I sank my fingers into his tresses and held on for dear life.

“Fuck!”

He stretched the snarled word into several syllables as my sphincter contracted around his cock, and then there was silence—the sound of my shellshock, perhaps, but also of our combined ragged breaths and collective wonder.

How the hell has this happened?

Somehow, in the pits of what had seemed like despair, we’d mustered desire that could not only bring us comfort at a desperate time but that seemed capable of rewriting the rules altogether.

A thousand shards danced through my mind, trying to knit together everything that had taken place and what on Earth would transpire between us next.

“Erin.”

Emotions flashed in his eyes as he unhurriedly withdrew from my most intimate place. “I—”

The sound of a jarring ringtone interrupted whatever he was going to say, slicing through my focus and capturing both our attention toward our bags.

“What the?”

Easing from between my legs, he turned toward the noise.

“That’s my phone!”

“Your phone?”

I hugged my legs against me as he leapt from the bed to discover the device.

“There are notifications coming in.”

Scanning the screen, his eyes shone with anticipation, and my recently calmed heart rate spiked again.

Notifications meant contact with the outside world for the first time in what seemed like forever.

“How?”

I prompted.

With a casual shrug, he offered me another smile.

“It looks like we have mobile data back.”