Chapter Eleven

Chapter ElevenIt turned out that Cole did in fact live in one of Redwater’s swanky mansions as I’d suspected. Like Inaya’s place, the estate had high walls, gorgeous landscaping, and plenty of land. The exterior of the house itself—if such a grand building could be called a house—was all style and opulence and tall glass windows.As he gave me a tour of the inside, I realized it was just as stylish—not to mention spacious. His bedroom was particularly lavish, but not in an in-your-face way. It had a subtle, minimalistic luxuriousness. It was also incredibly masculine with the dark woods, neutral colors, and straight lines.As I glanced around the room, I felt him come up behind me. He snaked his arms around my waist and buried his face in my neck. I leaned back a little, giving him some of my weight, and placed my hand over one of his. “When you said that your home was a little too big for one person, you downplayed the matter.”He pressed a kiss to my throat. “Hmm.”“I like it. It suits you.” It was impressively built and larger than life, much like its owner.“Hmm.” He closed his teeth around my earlobe and gave it a little tug.“You’re not even listening to me, are you?”“Sure I am. But you see, my mind keeps flashing back to when Ryland was down on one knee in front of you, thinking to steal you from me. It’s making me feel very primitive.” He bit down on my neck.My core heated. “So there’s a reason you left your bedroom until last when you gave me a tour?”He turned me in his arms to face him and lowered his head, his gaze hot. “If you’re asking if my plan is for us to stay here awhile, the answer is yes.”He closed his mouth over mine and swept his tongue inside. No teasing. No preamble. No easing into it. He just went ahead and ravished my mouth, taking it in a bruising, hungry kiss that set my nerve-endings on fire.His hands tugged and yanked at my clothes, stripping me fast and roughly. I impatiently pulled at his own clothes, shedding them just as quickly. Our hands were bold and greedy as they roamed and squeezed and shaped whatever naked flesh they could reach.Kissing him again, I curled my fingers tight around his cock—so hot and hard and thick—and gave it a quick pump. He cursed into my mouth and herded me backwards, until my calves collided with something. The plush chair near the bed, I realized as I briefly glanced behind me.“Sit.”That one word exuded so much authority that I felt my mindset instantly shift. The need to cling to control slipped away. The natural drive to be in charge of myself switched off its metaphorical engine. The activity going on in my mind leveled off as all my concerns and questions lost their hold on me. The man in front of me—his thoughts, his wants, his needs, his mood—became my entire focus.I carefully sat, watching those huge pools of blue flare in approval.“Now hook your legs over the armrests.”I might have hesitated to expose myself that way if I’d left any room in my head for worries or doubts or uncertainties.His eyes again glittered with approval as I complied with his order. That approval was swiftly replaced by raw need as his gaze swept down and locked on my pussy. That oh so intense look made my nipples tighten and my breath catch.His jaw tight, he dropped to his knees. “Prettiest pussy I ever did see.” He planted his hands on my inner thighs and buried his face between my legs. He went straight to work—alternating between swiping his tongue between my folds, stabbing it deep inside me, zigzagging it across my slit, and swirling the tip around my clit.He kept switching it up. Kept changing his rhythm. Kept upping or dialing down the intensity level.One hand fisting his hair, I arched into his mouth, reveling in the moment. Usually, he was the model of control during foreplay. Not here and now. There was a sense of urgency in the way he ate me out. A primal impatience to rut. A territorial need to assert his claim.My orgasm came at me fast, whipping up my calves and thighs, arching my back, exploding outward from my core. I came with a choked cry, slamming my free hand down on the armrest. Once my release subsided, I sagged into the cushioned chair, trembling and panting.Cole stood, his eyes gleaming with a feral light, and inched closer. “Sit up straight for me. Good.” He wrapped a few of my curls around his shaft and then positioned it near my lips. “Suck on the head. Get it nice and wet.”I didn’t just suck. I licked. Lapped. Flicked the sensitive spot beneath the crown. Dipped my tongue in the little slit. Scooped up any drops of pre-come.Suckling hard on the broad head, I reached up and cupped his balls. A curse flew out of his mouth, he released my hair, stepped back … and suddenly I was freaking airborne as he snatched me out of the seat and tossed me on the mattress. Which I might have scowled at him for, but it was like landing on a cloud. “Good Lord, this bed is comfortable.”Wicked fast, he tore open a little packet with his teeth and then rolled on a condom as he knelt on the bed. “Glad you like it,” he said, settling his hips between my thighs. “You’ll be spending a lot of time in it.” He gripped the underside of my knee, hiked my leg up, and then slammed home.I sucked in a breath, my back bowing as he stuffed me full of his cock. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.Gritting his teeth, Cole slowly reared his hips back. “Missed this pussy.” He smoothly thrust deep with a snarled, “Mine.”He settled into a steady rhythm of hard drives and slow retreats. Each time he lunged forward, blocking out the rest of the room as his big body curled over mine, I felt surrounded. Overpowered. Taken.The mother of all orgasms was creeping up on me, but not quick enough for my liking. It was so close yet so far. I dug my fingertips into the flesh of his arse and urged him on. “Move faster.”Sinking deep inside me again, he flicked up an imperious ‘I make the rules’ brow.“Please move faster.” I wasn’t too proud to beg if it would get me what I wanted. Which it usually did.He hummed, pulling his hips back. “There’ll be a price,” he said, paraphrasing something I’d once said to him in a text message.Recalling his responding message from back then, I echoed it. “Name it.”“You have to let me tie you to the headboard when I fuck you again later.” He thrust forward again and swiveled his hips. “I want you to be helpless while I take you.”I licked my lips, my inner walls fluttering. “Done.”And then he gave me what I wanted. He aggressively pounded into me with feverish snaps of his hips, tunneling impossibly deep each time. His glazed eyes bore into mine, gleaming with possession, refusing to let me look away.I hiked my free leg around him and clung to his sleek back, feeling his muscles bunch and flex beneath my hands as he powered into me. Each lunge seemed to nudge my orgasm closer, winding me tighter and tighter. Then he switched his angle slightly and oh fuck the tension inside me snapped.He grunted. “Yeah, fucking come.”I did. There was no stopping it. A torrent of pleasure poured through me in a scorching hot burst, dragging a scream from my throat.Cole’s thrusts turned wild and lost their steady rhythm. He slammed his hips forward over and over, his eyes still holding mine. Then, with a muffled oath, he planted his swelling cock deep and exploded.The strength seemed to leave us both in a rush. We slumped, breathing hard. Sated, I lay there with my eyes closed while a feeling of pure peace stole over me.As a hand swept stray curls away from my face, I opened my eyes to find Cole looking down at me, his own eyes all soft and languid. “You’re staring.”“Because you’re fucking breathtaking.”I swallowed. Other men had given me pretty words like that, but it had been in a very objectifying way. With Cole, it was different. There was a note of reverence in his tone whenever he said such things. That same reverence was in his touch right then as he slid his hand over me, his gaze tracking its path.Filling his hand with my breast, he spared me the briefest glance. “I’m not going to let you go. You know that, right?” Idle words. A casual tone. There was pure steel there, though.“I do now.” Feeling far more giddy than a grown woman should, I gently poked his chest. “You know something? I think you like me.” I expected him to smile. He didn’t. His expression turned sober even as his eyes remained soft.“I love the fucking bones of you, Iz. Ah, and down go your walls again. I was going to say it’s okay if you’re not there yet, but you already are. Aren’t you?”My throat thickening, I nodded and admitted, “Pretty sure I was way ahead of you on the love thing. You’re late to this party.”He shook his head. “I fell hard for you seriously fast. It was as easy as breathing. I didn’t really acknowledge it until I walked into your apartment earlier to see another man trying to take you from me. That ripped away my blinders.”“Nah, I’m still sure I was ahead of you. I started toppling into the love pit the first time I saw all your back muscles up close and personal in one of the dome’s boxes.”He laughed, his broad shoulders shaking.“I’m not joking.”His dancing eyes stared down at me again. “There’s no one like you.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “No one I could love more.”“If you’re trying to get me all choked up, it won’t work.”His lips bowed. “Looks like it’s working just fine.”It bloody well was. My throat felt clogged up. I gave him a prim little sniff. “I think it’s time you fed me. I haven’t had tea yet, and I’m starving.”He hummed. “Tell me you love me first, and then I’ll get down to feeding you.”I splayed my hands on the sides of his face. “I love you.”His eyes lit with a sort of feral softness. “I’ll make sure you never stop.”