She sharply inhaled and shifted her hips forward, sliding two of his fingers inside while adding pressure against his palm, and he severed his restraint, grasping her outside and in. Her fingers stretched as her palms pressed, and a rapturous hum rolled from her tongue, vibrated across his starving lips.
She jolted before going limp, and he relaxed his hand, giving her muscles a break. But as soon as her blood slowed, calming the rapid pulse he could so easily and erotically feel, he began pushing her back up the mountain.
Layla didn’t realize his intent at first, as her insides were flooded with sensations and his touch was so tender, but when she expected his fingers to withdraw, yet they advanced, her eyes popped open. He grinned, humored by her shock and happy to have the upper hand, but she wasn’t going to yield so easily.
Keeping her eyes on his, she reached for his stomach, then followed the ridged slant of his flexed abdomen. When she found what she was looking for, she found it hard, and she firmly grasped him with both hands while curling her tongue around his.
She'd meant to get a reaction out of him, to drain his ever present control, but she didn’t expect what happened next. His chest rumbled, his fingers flexed and curled inside her, and his magic clutched her body, supporting her weight as he lifted her from the bed and pressed her against the wall.
She flashed her gaze from the ceiling a few feet above to the bed several feet below. Then she found his confident stare as his mouth came down on hers and his fingers abandoned her body. His erection throbbed in her hands, daring her to let go, and the emptiness left by his fingers joined in the chorus.
She relinquished her grip, squeezing his shoulders instead, and he grasped the back of her thighs, gliding sensitive skin over his arousal as he lifted her up and spread her open. His lips skimmed her jaw as he positioned himself at her entrance. Then he bit her earlobe as he pushed hard into her body.
Layla screamed, rocked by a painful yet pleasing jolt. He’d never filled her so forcefully and quickly… so roughly, and somewhere in the back of her swirling mind she realized this was what she’d get when she attempted to play games with him.
He pulled away so she could fill her lungs, but they emptied again when he powerfully moved back inside. She clamped her teeth together, caught in a riptide of pleasure and pain as he grinded inside her, forcing her to conform to his girth. Then he tilted his head back, letting the thunder in his chest resound his pleasure throughout the room.
She breathlessly watched his flexed neck and jaw, her lips quivering as she ached and pulsed around him. Then he met her gaze and lifted her legs higher, moving between them with impassioned purpose.
Her hands slipped from his shoulders and slapped the wall, and her eyes rolled back as he pushed her to the edge. Leaving her left leg trembling around his waist, he took her jaw. Then he forced her to look at him as he shoved her off the cliff. She should have been embarrassed – screaming his name as she looked him right in the eye, but his reverent expression merely fueled her orgasm.
Drifting his thumb across her lips, he smiled and moved in for a kiss, and though she’d been the one to finish, she got the sense he’d won. In one of the most honest exchanges they’d shared, she’d given up a bigger piece of herself than he had; it was her who had surrendered control and submitted to the pleasure and the pain it entailed… submitted to him. And it was obvious, now, that this was the way it would always be. He may let her win outside the bedroom, but in this, he’d always have the upper hand. She wondered if he’d groomed her this way, taking things painstakingly slow so she’d understand he set the pace, that he was the authority on the subject, not her. Then she realized she didn’t care. Submitting to his carnal desires was the most amazing feeling in the world.
His lips toyed with hers as his eyes glinted, and she knew he was aware of her comprehension as well as her acceptance. And she found immense pleasure in giving him what he wanted. About damn time she had a way to tip the scales.
His lips left hers. Then he pulled her to his chest and leaned back in mid-air, letting her rest on his torso. She twitched, he throbbed, and her quivering body ached for more. She kissed one solid pec, then the other. Then she slid her tongue over his heart while dragging her palms down his tight sides.
He grasped her butt in both hands, lifting it high enough to catch a glimpse, and as he slowly brought her back down, her body tightened and curled, dragging her lips and nose down his stomach. She felt like she’d explode should the tension break, so she made herself relax and flipped up. Gravity forced her to take everything he had to offer, and she arched as a thrill shot through her core.