Rule's Obsession(14)

Angie felt a million emotions at once. She almost cringed because the light was still on and she felt a sharp arrow of modesty that she couldn't control. But she also felt arousal, hot and sweet, slide down her spine at the unadorned expression of pure lust on his face. As he continued to look between her legs with a mesmerized expression, a groan rattled from his chest and exploded from his throat with such force that it shook the bed. "Need. To. Fuck. You."

At his words, a bloom of heat exploded between her thighs as a current of sexual need made the oxygen hitch in her throat.

He reached down with both hands and put his fingers on her inner lips and spread her out, while he examined her to his fill. A subtle tension shook his shoulders and holding her pressed open with one hand, he slid his long, middle finger inside. Angie cried out as sensation held her in its grip. He grunted from deep within his chest as he manipulated his finger inside of her.

Lost in a world of exquisite sensations, Angie reached down and found his hard shaft. At the first touch of her fingers, he reared back from her and pushed her hand away. "You want it over already?" he growled.

She began shaking her head back and forth on the pillow in denial, and he took his touch away from her feminine core. He lifted his hands toward hers and motioned with demand, "Hands. Now."

"What?"

"Give me your hands."

With a rush of trepidation battling the primitive hunger in her veins, Angie slowly relinquished her hands to him. He sank his fingers around her wrists and planted them at either side of her hips in a grip that dominated her and gave him absolute control. Holding her immobile, he wasted no time, and dropping his head between her thighs, placed his mouth on her and began kissing her in the most intimate way possible.

Sexual need, hot and fierce slammed down her spine as he began licking her, spreading his tongue out and swiping her from top to bottom and back again. Back and forth, over and over until she was blistered with a need so profound that she wouldn't have been able to describe it if forced to.

He sank his mouth over her clit and raked his teeth across it, and the feeling was so indescribable that she saw stars. He lifted his head and with an expression etched in stone, he forced out, "I'm going to let go of your hands. Do not move, you understand me?"

Angie let out a tiny mewling noise.

"I mean it, Angie. You move a single inch and you'll regret it. Nod your head if you understand."

Angie nodded her head and he released her hands immediately. She fisted them into the sheet to keep them in place as his mouth dropped back down to her clit. Simultaneously, she felt his finger sink back inside of her, and with colors spinning in her head, she endured the pleasure as long as she could before she began splintering around him.

She began moaning from the back of her throat, and as he moved his finger inside of her like magic and bit into her clit just short of pain, Angie exploded in a downpour of fiery sensations.



Damian was going to lose it. He was seriously going to lose it if he couldn't get it inside of her right now. Now.

He withdrew his hand from her as gently as possible and reared to his knees. Gritting his teeth to keep from plunging into her bareback, he swiped the condom package from the end table and tore the plastic with his teeth. He held his straining cock in one hand, and rolled the rubber down with the other.

He moved between her thighs and pressed her open with his knees between her legs. He wanted to be able to say something to her, but speech was impossible. He felt as if he were on a tightrope; he didn't think his heart would keep beating unless he could get inside of her.

He looked down and saw that the expression of euphoria was slowing leaving her features. She glanced down and her eyes flared with a look that he could only describe as trepidation. Son-of-a-bitch. He knew what she was seeing. His goddamn cock was what you might call super-sized. When he'd been a kid, he'd been proud of it. But not so much anymore.

His size was nothing more than a sexual hindrance. He'd learned to choose women who looked as if they matched him physically. But there wasn't anything about Angie that matched him physically. Nothing. She was small and delicate and his finger inside of her had only proven that she would have a hard time accommodating him.

Studying her now, the fear he was feeling was twofold. Fear that she would bolt before he could prove to her that they would fit together, and for the first time since he'd been a teenager, fear that he was going to lose it before he could get his cock where it was supposed to go.

Son-of-a-fucking-bitch. She made him feel like a fucking teenager.

Unable to delay any longer, he positioned his erection at her entrance and began to push. He gritted his teeth and concentrated when all he wanted was to plunge inside. Slowly, Rule. He had to go slowly. Get a grip, man. Go. Fucking. Slow.

Through the tight bubble of silence that filled the room, all Damian could hear was his roughened breathing highlighted by her sudden gasp when he began the inexorable push inside. He felt her breath hitch and tension take hold of her where she lay under him as she became deathly still. He swallowed and groaned, her wet heat enclosing around the head of his cock, giving him a teasing glimpse of the pleasure he was about to find, if he could only get it inside.

He pushed again, trying to attain another inch of depth, but her internal muscles tightened and her hands came up against the planes of his chest in a defensive move. She didn't push against him, thank God, only held her hands there as if ready to call a halt. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead. She was so tight that his brain was almost spinning. A tantalizing lick of fire along his spine urged him to push again. He asserted ruthless control and reminded himself what the definition of slow was. He fought the predator inside and with deliberate discipline, pushed again.

He stalled instantaneously when she let out an alarmed little moan and her fingernails clenched into his skin, stabbing into him. He felt her suck in a breath and hold it, and he knew that she was silently panicking. God, he needed time. He needed time before she refused to go any further. With that in mind, he set out to calm her. His arms came down on either side of her head and he dropped his mouth to her ear, and took a moment to calm himself first, dragging in oxygen in a repeated attempt to slow his heart rate.

He was as hard as a rock, the blood pumping furiously through his veins, landing in an erection so hard that it was painful not to continue pushing. He fisted one hand in the sheet and the other in her hair and tried to speak while fighting his arousal. "Hey, baby, it's okay," he whispered. "It's going to go in." Her whimper of denial sliced through him and he felt a pounding in his head. "Shhh, shhh," he mumbled disjointedly in an effort to soothe. "You're doing great, baby. Just keep still for another minute, okay? I promise it won't hurt if you let me be easy."

Her grip relented slightly as she lay still and listened to him as if his voice was the only anchor she had. "That's it, sweetheart. Relax. Can you relax your muscles for me?" He pressed his mouth to her ear and grazed a light kiss over her lobe. "I don't want to hurt you." He took her lobe in his teeth and pulled with a slight friction and he heard her breath catch and felt some of the tension leave her body. Relief, hot and sweet, slid down his spine. "You're so sweet. The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt you."

She made a tiny keening noise and Damian slid a hand between them and pressed a finger on her clit. With a control he didn't know he had, he took his time and swirled his touch over her silky flesh repeatedly until she moaned again. Another rush of relief gripped him by the throat as she arched against him and he felt a sudden rush of feminine moisture around the head of his cock.

Thanking whatever deity that might be listening to him, he lifted his hips and pushed in a short, firm stroke that only allowed him to sink another inch inside her. His guts clenched with violent need; he was at that incredible, tight threshold at the point where her body needed to give. He groaned and pulled back before pushing in again.

Her breath caught again and her fingers sank into his skin in warning.

She was tight, tighter than even he'd expected when he fantasized about her and the knowledge of that was sending a throbbing, primal beat through his system. He wanted to slam into her so badly he could taste it, but he knew he couldn't. She held herself too still, almost holding her breath, as if expecting to be hurt at any moment, and her fear wasn't sitting well with him. He redoubled his efforts and continued to play with her clit while he attempted to seduce her with words. That the words he spoke were the complete truth didn't escape him. "I've never felt anything half as good as you feel. I knew it would be good the first time I saw you." He slid over and kissed her on the lips and then rose up enough to see her face. Her eyes were closed with a look of concentration on her features. "You're so pretty, baby. You feel so good."

Through a haze of lust, he watched the expression on her face turn to mesmerized, as she lay perfectly still and listened to him. "You're doing so well, sweetheart, being so still, just like I told you to. You're a good girl, aren't you?" Unable to help himself, a barrage of emotions slamming through him, with savage possession he leaned down and softly bit her lip. She cried out, and at the same time, he felt another wave of moisture that allowed him to sink deeper inside.