58. Ember

58

EMBER

“ I need you.” His words are desperate, in a way I’ve never heard. It just solidifies my reasoning for telling Corbin that I couldn’t take the job and had too much more I needed to do here. Not just with Ford, XConnect, and Afterburn, but the most important part of my future. The man who desperately needs me. This man. The one who has loved me so unconditionally that I was blind to for too damn long.

Saying “ I choose you ” was quite literally that. Because I will always make choosing him a priority, like he’s chosen me.

He’s always been the most respectful gentleman, even in bed, when he takes control and dominates my body. But tonight, he’s unleashed. I can feel it in the way his fingertips latch onto my body as his hands roam every inch of me.

Buttons fly everywhere as he tears the front of my top open and pulls the cups of my bra down over my breasts. Pushing them up even further, giving his mouth closer access to my hardened nipples.

I gasp as his lips pucker around the firm tips, and I roll my hips into him in response.

“I don’t care what job you get, where you go, or what you want to do. We’re in this together. Do you understand?” He stops kissing me to cup both my cheeks. His soft but inky eyes gaze into me, and his playful tone is replaced by something grave.

I nod, knowing he’ll never allow me to run ever again.

“Words, little red. I need your words.”

“Y-Yes, I understand.” Still nodding.

His lips trail down the middle of my chest, taking each nipple again, one at a time, then lower, as his tongue circles around my belly button. He tucks his hands in the waistband of my leggings and tugs them down my legs. There’s nothing soft and sensual about him right now. As he stands, he circles me, like a shark eyeing his prey, before he stops in front of my nightstand.

Pressing his lips together in a thin line as he exchanges looks between me and the nightstand. Those sexy, seductive lips turn up in a lopsided, sardonic smile as he leans down and hovers over me.

“Do you remember what I said when we watched Elena at the club with Jake and Christian?” he whispers over the shell of my ear.

How could I forget?

“What they do to her, I do to you.”

“Yes.” My voice is unsteady and breathy, torn between feeding the monster or fighting it.

“Are you ready for that, little red? Are you ready for your husband to claim you like no other man has or ever will?” He bites down on the soft flesh of my neck, and my breath catches in my throat as I groan.

“Yes,” I reply, too goddamn fast.

He grunts with a mixture of approval and satisfaction.

Grabbing my ankles, he spins my body to the side, flips me over, then kneels between my legs. I feel so exposed and vulnerable, and I love the power he holds over me. Because it doesn’t feel like power, it feels like strength. Like it moves between us both whenever we’re together.

Opening the side table, he pops the top of a lubricant container and cold liquid drips down between my cheeks as his finger trails down the center. I flinch on instinct as he runs his finger over the tight hole, all the way down to my entrance, and back up again.

“You were made for me.” He tells me, as I press into my palms and glance over my shoulder at him. The fire in his eyes is still there; the burning desire seems like it never fades. But right now, in this moment, there is an appreciation, lust, love, respect, all rolled into one intoxicating expression.

His gaze meets mine, and he presses into his knees, lifting himself up. His chest presses against my back and he cups my face with one hand, kissing me forcefully, then cups my pussy with the other, rubbing slow circles around my clit. I choke out a moan, loving the balance of his vigorous kiss and tender touches.

I have no idea what to expect from him right now or where his fingers will go. The anticipation is both excruciating and so fucking erotic.

“Please,” I whimper, and I have no clue what I’m asking for.

He presses two fingers at the entrance of my pussy. “Say that again.”

“Please,” I repeat, louder and more urgently.

Then he pushes his fingers into my pussy, sliding in as my arousal coats his fingers.

I bite my lip and pull away from his kiss, pressing my forehead against the bed, feeling the pleasure of his fingers all the way down to my curled toes.

“You’re dripping for me.” He hums, pleased. “Or are you desperate to feel my cock buried in your tight ass?”

He curls his fingers in me and I groan, unable to reply with a proper response. And the truth is, I’m so desperate for him to have me the way no one else has. To feel him in a part of my body I never thought I’d give to anyone. To see him fall apart as he claims that part of me.

“I want it. I want it so bad.” I give in to him.

He withdraws his fingers and trails them up the middle of my ass, mixing my arousal with the lube still covering my hole.

My cheeks flush with embarrassment as he sits back, watching his fingers move back and forth, circling the tight ring. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” Comforting me in a way only he knows how.

It eases my tension as he presses one taut finger into my back hole, and my fingers instantly grip the bed sheets as I moan into them. The initial intrusion stings, lighting me on fire. He moves his finger in a soft, tender motion, and I feel the sudden need for more.

“More,” I beg, lifting my head to look back at him. His gaze as he looks between my ass and face is feral. Dire. His jaw is slacked, and he’s squeezing my hip forcefully with his free hand. “I need more.”

“Fuck.” His voice drips with a wanton desire as he sits up, trailing his finger all the way out, only to replace it with two, and I hiss and moan, all garbled up into inaudible words, and I still need more.

He increases his tempo, picking a steady pace that has my mouth watering for more. I’m desperate for him.

“Hudson, I swear if you don’t fuck—” His free hand rears back and smacks my ass.

Hard.

I flinch, and my jaw drops. We haven’t ever played this game before, and I’m shocked.

I glance back at him, and the smile donning his face, glowing from ear to ear, tells me he’s thoroughly enjoying this.

“Here is the way I see it, little red. You were gone for thirty-two hours, so I get the same amount of time. You’re going to repay me my thirty-two hours of pain and suffering, by giving me your pleasure. Any way I fucking want.” His fingers still push in and out of me with every syllable. Doing exactly what he said. Taking my pleasure.

I need more. I want more. I’m so close, and I don’t think I should be. He has two simple fingers in my ass and I’m on the verge of selling myself to the devil for an orgasm.

I continue to groan and beg for more when his fingers slip out and my breath catches in my throat. I look over my shoulder, and he’s standing now, unzipping his pants and finally freeing his engorged cock. It’s so hard, the pink skin is thinned, and he grips himself tightly as his jaw clenches through his gaze.

He quickly coats himself in lube and uses his hand to spread it from base to tip. He looks fucking edible.

“Are you ready, baby?” I better be, because I don’t think he’ll wait any longer or hold back once he’s there.

“So ready. More than ready,” I reply, my voice husky, almost unrecognizable.

He lines himself up and presses the crown of his cock against my hole. Pushing in slowly, and my ass swallows the tip. His cock is so much bigger than what was just in there, and the burn is deeper, harder. Bottomless, indescribable stinging runs through every nerve in my body as he continues to push into me, until his hips are flush with mine.

“Ahhhh.” I bite the bed sheets, suppressing my groan.

He leans forward, pressing his lips against my shoulders, biting the flesh, balancing the pain, and it feels better. Wrapping his hand around my hair, he pulls my head back, gently enough to run our bodies flush with each other as his lips graze my ear.

“You are so fucking tight, little red. This body was fucking made for me. Tell me, say it.” His voice is strained, shaky. I smile through the subsiding pain, knowing I have just as much power here as he does.

“This body was built for you, husband, and I’m all yours.”

“Fuck. Goddammit, Ember.” He rears his hips back gently and then pushes into me again. The sensation that had me breathless moments ago is now replaced with an indescribable pleasure.

Holding my hair like a rein, he continues to move his hips in and out, stealing the pleasure from me like he promised. His free hand wraps around the front of my waist, and his fingers pad my clit, moving up and down in the same motion as his body. We’ve moving together in one fluid motion, and it feels like magic.

Like everything we’ve done together.

He finds a steady pace, matching the rhythm of his fingers, as he draws himself in and out of me.

“Hudson, I’m gonna come. Please…” Asking, praying, begging with every ounce of my being. “Please don’t stop.”

My entire body explodes from the inside out, and everything begins to tingle. His cock stretches me full, his fingers perform some supernatural movement on my clit, and I come harder than I ever have. My pussy throbs, forcing my ass to uncontrollably clench around him, and that pushes him over the edge.

“Ember. Jesus...” His words fade off into grunts, groans, and other curses, and I love seeing him fall apart.

I fall, spreading myself on the bed, as he falls on top of me.

Our breathing is labored, but I can’t help but let out a giggle in my post orgasm high.

It’s been a whirlwind of a day since I left here yesterday, and after the anxiety of the last thirty-two hours—since someone was clearly counting—I finally feel like I can breathe, even though Hudson literally just stole my breath away .

His chest flutters behind me slightly as he chuckles, pulling himself out of me and falling down on the bed next to me.

“I did not see my night ending like this,” he says, all smiles, as he tucks my well-fucked hair behind my ear to expose my face. “Thank you for coming back to me.” The softness in his eyes shines of gratefulness and love.

“I should have never left.” Because it’s the truth. I should have stayed the moment he asked.

“Well, I still have thirty-one hours of my reimbursement time left. I’ll be taking advantage of every single minute.”

My jaw drops. “Oh no, I don’t think so. It does not work that way, mister.” I shake my head.

He rolls over on top of me, hovering his lips over mine.

“Fine. Then I’ll just have to take forever.”

I lean up to bring our lips together in a tender kiss.

Then hold my hand out between us, pinky up.

“Promise?”

He wraps his pinky with mine, all smiles.

“Promise.”