Chloe pictured those long fingers wrapped around her breast, gripping her hip as he slid inside her and she gasped as hot cream wetted her sex, softened her, readied her.
“Please,” she said, her throat ragged. He faced her like he was about to issue order to his men, feet forward, chin high, shoulders back.
“This once I will do this, but never again. After this time, you will seek another partner. I will not be here to feed your new sexual appetite for the rest of your life. I will do this as quickly as possible, not to entertain your growth into womanhood.” It hurt to hear him say it, even though she understood it. Did she want him to lay some sort of claim on her that he’d never let another man have her? In her burning state, absolutely. Was it silly? Completely. “Do you accept my rules?” Rules, always with the rules.
“Yes! Just now, please, I feel like I’m dying.” A garbled sound left her throat then turned into a high moan.
“Turn around.” Her mind tried to process the words, tried to make her limbs move but all that happened was her hips arched off the floor. She shook her head futilely—I can’t do it—but then hands were on her, grabbing her and turning her onto her stomach.
She moved her cheek to the side so she could see him, but then he was behind her. Yes, now, please! The first touch of his hands was a sharp jolt of ice on her burning flesh. One hand curled around her hip and then the other. Two lances of ice pierced through her and it felt amazing, helped to cool the heat burning in her veins.
His hands weren’t gentle but precise, efficient. It might have bothered her any other time, but right now only one thing mattered. Penetration.
He lifted her onto her knees, pulled her back towards him. Then her knees were spread open one by one. Amazingly, a blush formed over her cheeks. This was her first time and she wanted it so badly she wouldn’t dare offer any protest. Besides, she loved what he was doing. It was new and intriguing. Something she’d heard of and seen done but had never tried herself. He positioned her to take him into her body, lifting her into just the right position.
She kept her cheek to the rug, didn’t have the energy to look back at him. She simply panted and waited, her stomach clenched in anticipation, her core slick with creamy heat.
The softest sound, a whisper of movement. What was that? Then the undeniable sound of a zipper being pulled down. A moan left her and she arched further back into him. She wanted his hands back on her. Where were they?
“Touch me,” she said raggedly.
He didn’t.
Long seconds passed and then finally, blissfully, one chilly hand, not nearly as cold as it’d been before, rested on her hip. Fingers curled into her just like she wanted, holding her.
Another whisper of movement and she stopped trying to decipher what it was and simply waited, feeling. An impression of heat pressed against her thighs and ass. As if he was approaching her but not quite touching.
Then a hard presence was at her entrance. Every single muscle in her body tightened, waiting. She held her breath. Now was the time. But he didn’t push inside.
The hard head of him pushed against her wet core. He didn’t detour inside but pushed down through her soft, wet folds and rubbed across her swollen, needy bud. She cried out, the contracted muscles going limp. A little more, just a little more and she’d soar higher than any bird.
But his touch didn’t trace over her bud again, it dipped back up to her entrance and she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t keep from rocking her hips back and taking him the barest of inches inside her.
She thought she heard his breath catch but wasn’t sure of anything. His other hand
finally, wonderfully, curved around her other hip.
Then the pressure at her sex grew. It was thick, hot, and wide. Fingers scraping into the carpet, she gasped, feeling like she was being ripped open but without any pain. It was sharp, intense, and so, so good.
“Yes!” she hissed. She wanted him to slam inside, to move hard and fast and give her what she needed. But, dammit, he didn’t.
He moved inside her achingly slow as if he had all the time in the world. He pushed into her unused channel with a massive rod of hard, satiny steel. He stopped moving and her body adjusted around him, forming as he filled her. He reached her virgin barrier and took it like a conqueror, quickly and ruthlessly. No pain, only an incredible hot, stretched sensation as he filled her up.
His fingers dug into her hips and another wave of cream drenched through her, over his cock. Again she thought she heard him say something, make some sound, but her blood was beating so loudly in her ears, and her breathing so heavy she couldn’t be sure of anything. One final push and he squeezed himself all the way into her tight flesh.
Chloe gasped and tried to lock in all the sensations firing through her body. Good, so good, was the only coherent thought she could make before he was dragging himself back through her wet sex. An insane thought that he was going to pull out too soon roared in her mind, so she wrapped her ankles around his legs. Now she knew he made a sound, a husky moan. It was brief but, dammit, she’d heard it.
“Please,” she said, need making her voice ragged and hoarse.
Then, something was let loose inside him. He started thrusting, landing hard and deep inside her. She only lasted two of those thrusts before she was shaking with the most intense orgasm of her whole life.
Screams tore from her throat, her core milked hard over his tunneling thrusts. She shook all over as burning fire exploded from within her, broke through her skin, and sent her soaring higher and higher. The last wave of the fire broke away and drifted down, the shaking in her body subdued to a tremble then stopped. She opened her eyes and was surprised to find she could see.
He’d also stopped thrusting. She needed more. There was still a raging fire inside her.
She needed another release, needed him to douse that fire with his.
“More,” she begged raggedly.
“No.” He started to pull out of her. With a fierce growl that surprised even her, she locked her legs around him and sent him surging full and hard inside her. She gasped and did not mistake his groan.
Her legs gripped him, keeping him locked inside her. The hands on her hips tightened, creating tight, hot sensations where he touched her.
“More.”
His hips retreated, her grip loosening just enough to let him, and then he slid back into her, hitting her as deeply as possible.
“One more,” he said.
Then he hammered into her with hard, punishing thrusts that tingled her skin everywhere from the inside out. Her toes curled, nipples hardening to painful points. Goose bumps broke out over her body, and then she screamed. The fire erupted in her core shooting forth waves of hot cream, dousing her channel, smothering his cock. She screamed again and again as unstoppable waves pulsed through.
He took her even higher that time. Took her even longer to come back down to earth. He was still hard and deliciously thick inside her. She rocked forward and back along his cock, soaking him with her juices.
“No.” His voice just as ragged as hers. Was that a tremble she heard?
Then he dislodged himself and tore away from her. Chloe gasped and spun around to see him coming to a stand. He looked...amazing. His cheeks held a dark blush to them, his lips were wet like he’d licked them, and he moved quickly, pushing his still hard cock back into his pants.
“But you didn’t—”
“No, that wasn’t what this was about.”
“But—”
“Enough.” The commander was back in his voice, lacing his words with pure ice. He
smoothed his clothes back into place. “I’ll give you a minute, then you are to leave this room.
You can’t stay in my study.” He turned and strode from the room before she could say a word.
Chloe looked after him stunned. Eventually she found the energy to pull her shirt back on. She couldn’t help but feel like he’d just slapped her in the face.
He’d liked it, that was why he was so quick to beat feet out of here. She came to a shaky stand and vowed to have him again until he gave her his all. She would have all or nothing. And with each passing day of her new moon, she would grow to need sex daily. She wanted only him.
And next time, he would finish.