Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

J enna

His voice rattled through me, husky and deep and growly. I sucked in a breath, my eyes jerking toward the doorway where he was waiting. For a moment, he just stood there, and I let my eyes feast on the sight of him.

He was leaning casually against the doorframe, but there was nothing casual about the way he looked. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, but on him, they looked like they were made to fit every contour of his muscular body. The t-shirt hugged his broad shoulders and sculpted chest, the fabric stretched just enough to hint at the power beneath. His jeans were perfectly fitted, showcasing his strong legs and trim waist.

His dark hair was mussed, adding to his effortlessly rugged appearance, and his emerald eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and intensity that made my heart skip a beat. The stubble on his jawline gave him a rough, dangerous edge. But there was a gentleness in his gaze when he looked at me, a warmth that somehow softened his tough edge.

My eyes traveled down his body, taking in the way his muscles moved beneath the fabric as he shifted slightly. I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of desire that was impossible to ignore. He was all raw power and barely restrained energy, and right now, he had eyes only for me.

I liked that.

"Can't you just be gentle with me?" I whispered, my voice rising with panic as he took several steps in my direction.

He didn't respond, at least not right away. Instead, he strode over to me and lightly grabbed my upper arm, pulling me up so that I was standing in front of him. He gripped my chin and angled my face upward so that I could look directly into his eyes.

His green irises were barely perceptible around his dilated pupils. He looked hungry, ravenous even.

Like he wanted to devour me.

And I couldn't deny that I wanted the same.

He cocked his head and lowered his mouth to mine. He kissed me gently, our breath mingling in a soul-stealing kiss that made my heart pound in my chest. When he pulled back, he angled his head and grazed his teeth along my earlobe.

"No. I'm not going to be gentle with you."

I pulled in a shaky breath.

"You'd be disappointed if I was," he continued, before he bit down on my ear, causing a delicious volley of pain to course through me.

It hurt, but fuck, I didn't want him to stop, because deep down I knew he was right.

I didn't want gentle. I wanted it rough.

A soft moan slipped from my lips and his answering chuckle caused my body to vibrate. His lips pressed against my throat, trailing kisses down my neckline all the way to my exposed collarbone.

Fuck. It felt so good.

He slipped one spaghetti strap off my shoulder before he repeated his kisses on the other side. He pushed the other strap down too and the dress plummeted to the floor.

I was completely naked before him.

The air was cool against my skin and goosebumps rose in its wake. He looked me up and down, his eyes feasting on the sight of me.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmured, which only made the heat rise to my face.

Then his hands closed around my waist, and he tossed me on the bed. In a fraction of a second, he was on top of me, gripping one wrist and then the other before he pinned them in place over my head.

All of a sudden, I heard a click, and I looked up over my head to see that he'd closed a pair of leather cuffs around my wrists.

I was trapped. I tried pulling my arms down, but the cuffs held my hands firmly over my head. They were tight around my wrists, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to keep me under his control.

I hated that I loved it.

I whimpered nervously, opening my mouth to tell him off, but he didn't let me speak.

Immediately, his mouth captured mine, quieting my protests and kissing me until I was breathless and dizzy. His tongue danced and twined with mine, demanding and possessive, and I melted into his kiss. I arched against him, and he growled, grinding his hips against me.

The hard length of his cock was a welcome sensation, pressing insistently against my belly. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs as he ground against me, our bodies moving together in a heated, desperate rhythm.

He didn't give me his cock, though, and I knew he wouldn't for a very long time.

Slowly, he crawled backwards, trailing kisses down my body. He paused when he reached my breasts, running his tongue around the perimeter of my areola before he took my left nipple between his teeth.

Then he bit down.

Pain exploded from that central point, the intense sensation driving me crazy, and I screamed. He didn't let up. Instead, he just bit down harder. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, he finally let up and moved to the other side.

I squirmed, whining and crying out loud. Knowing what was coming almost made it worse, and when he finally bit down on my right breast, my body was primed to take it. I arched clean off the bed and struggled against my bonds, but the cuffs held tight.

I wasn't going anywhere. I was going to take what he gave me and there wasn't a thing I could do about it now.

I'd made that choice. I'd gone to his room when I could have stayed in Bella's room or the guest room.

I didn't know if I would regret that choice by the time he was through with me.

He moved further down the length of my body, trailing kisses across my tummy and the lines of my hips. This time, his kisses were more demanding, more insistent, and I found myself rising to meet his lips. My body rolled and then he slipped his arms beneath my thighs, lifting my legs a little and pinning them in place with his body.

When his mouth found my pussy, my eyes flew open, and a moan slipped from my lips.

He didn't waste time, immediately finding my clit and sucking on it. He sucked hard, pulling on the tiny bundle of nerves and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me.

Suddenly, a wave of embarrassed shame barreled through me, and I opened my mouth, the words flying out before I could stop them.

"Wait! You can't!"

The thought of him seeing me up close and personal like this was too much to bear. He pulled away a little, meeting my eyes and pointedly looking down at my pussy and then back at me.

"Do I need to spank this pretty pussy bright red before I taste what's mine?" he asked, his voice dark, commanding, and full of warning.

A fresh rush of need coursed through me, and I bit back a whimper.

"No, sir," I whimpered.

"Then be a good girl and take what I give you," he declared. He didn't hesitate, lowering his mouth back to my pussy.

The embarrassment and shame were still there, but his threat somehow muted them, my need eclipsing everything else.

He nibbled, licked, and sucked, using his tongue to explore every inch of my pussy. There wasn't a single part of me that didn't feel the effects of his rapt attention.

It was like every nerve ending was electrified and alive with desire. Then the wet warmth of his mouth settled over top of my clit, and he suckled inward, flicking my needy bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue.

I cried out, pleasure erupting from deep inside me. My body tensed, straining against my bonds, as his tongue swirled over and around my clit, sending me hurtling toward the edge of release far more quickly than I thought possible.

He slid two fingers deep inside my channel, stroking me as he devoured me, and I cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.

My entire body started to shake as I fought against the cuffs that held me captive, trying to hold off my climax as long as I could, but there was no stopping the inevitable.

He worked me into a frenzy, pushing me higher and higher, until I couldn't take any more.

And then he pushed me further still.

My pussy clenched down hard around his fingers and my legs shook violently as a powerful orgasm slammed into me.

I came so hard that the world splintered into pieces right before my eyes.

Every muscle in my body tensed and a scream ripped from my throat. White-hot bliss radiated through me, drowning me in pleasure. Wave after wave crashed over me, until all I could do was tremble and shudder in the wake of my climax.

When that first orgasm finally quelled, he didn't let up. In fact, he ate my pussy like a man possessed, like he was desperate for the taste of me, and he didn't stop.

He didn't ever stop.

"Wait! Please! I'm so sensitive!" I tried.

He ignored me. In response, his mouth settled over top of my clit once more, and he flicked the swollen nub with his tongue, sending a jolt of pain straight to my core.

I writhed and whined and cried, but he kept going. His mouth kept worrying my clit, torturing me through the throes of painful sensitivity until blinding pleasure began to replace it.

My body thrummed and the pressure built inside me again. I tried to resist, but he was relentless. The tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter, until I could hardly stand it. With one final flick of his tongue, he sent me hurtling over the edge, and I came for a second time, harder than the last.

My screams echoed through the room and my entire body seized, trembling from the force of my release. It was all I could do to breathe, as I was completely consumed by raw desire.

I couldn't move, couldn't think. There was nothing other than the pleasure coursing through me and his relentless mouth on my clit.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I floated away, drifting into a post-orgasmic haze.

He didn't let me enjoy it for long, his fingers suddenly moving in and out of my pussy, stretching and filling me up and forcing me to take more even though I'd had more than enough already.

Another orgasm sailed right through me before I knew it was happening. Pain and pleasure swirled and I screamed, the sound of my voice echoing off the walls all around me.

He didn't stop.

He continued eating my pussy, working me into a frenzy, bringing me right to the edge of orgasm, and then over and over again, until I was delirious. Soon enough, I no longer knew one intense sensation from the next, pain and pleasure morphing into one.

All I could do was writhe and cry and beg.

But still, he didn't let up.

I didn't think I could take much more, but with him I didn't have a choice. His mouth worked my clit like he was a man starved and nothing I did or said would make him stop.

I begged.

I pleaded.

I wept.

Tears dripped down my cheeks as I screamed through another climax. I'd lost count of how many at this point. It didn't really matter. The only thing that did was his mouth and the way his tongue swirled and danced over my clit, taking me higher and higher.

And then he bit my clit.

Searing pain lanced through me, but the agony was somehow delicious, and it sent me spiraling into the most intense orgasm yet.

A sob ripped from my throat, and a rush of tears poured down my face. Pleasure crashed over me in violent waves, and I shook and shuddered and cried out, unable to keep myself together.

It was too much, far too much.

But I took it all and then some. When his mouth finally pulled away from my clit, I breathed a sigh of relief even though every bit of me was trembling with painfully intense sensation.

"That's my good girl. You came good and hard for me, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered, my voice shaking with sobs.

I couldn't find the strength to open my eyes. All I wanted was to float away, but the soft pad of his finger pressed against my swollen clit and my eyes snapped open.

He chuckled darkly, and his finger stroked my clit in slow circles.

No.

There was no way I could come again.

Not so soon.

He ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then he freed his cock and climbed right over me.

I whimpered as the tip nudged against my entrance. Without warning, he surged inside me, burying himself to the hilt. I moaned, arching my back as he stretched and filled me. He didn't move, his cock pulsing inside me, and I squeezed around him.

He groaned, and then his mouth captured mine in a searing kiss.

Then he started to fuck me.

Really fuck me.

His thrusts were hard and deep and powerful. His pelvis smashed into mine and his balls slapped against my ass, making a wet, sloppy sound, but I paid it no mind.

Instead, my body somehow sprinted toward the edge of climax once again.

This man was going to ruin me.

He didn't slow down, his movements picking up speed, until he was pounding in and out of me. His body rocked and rolled with each thrust and soon enough, I was rolling with him, meeting him move for move.

I was far too sensitive, but that didn't matter.

I came anyway.

Red-hot ecstasy coursed through me, crashing into me in wave after wave of endless bliss. Blackness edged at the corners of my vision as my pleasure rocketed up into the clouds.

I shattered into a billion little pieces. It felt like my entire being had been ripped apart, and there was no coming back from this.

Nothing could ever be the same.

I didn't even know what that meant, but I could feel it all the way down to the marrow of my bones, in the depths of my soul.

He groaned, his cock pulsing inside of me before he pulled free from me and came all over my breasts. His warm seed pelted my sensitive flesh and the final throes of my orgasm burned through me like wildfire. Finally, the last wave of pleasure receded, and I gasped, my breathing ragged, every inch of my body quivering with unending sensation.

Then my eyes fluttered shut and the world went black.