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“I’ll bury myself balls deep this time. I’m going to make you scream as you come.”
“Oh.” Her tongue poked the roof of her mouth. Gods above.
He shucked off his shirt, tossed it, muscles rippled and shone.
His pants and underwear came off next, were also tossed. Her eyes refused to do more than stare. His cock was pointing at the ceiling and looked far too thick and long for him to be able to... to get it all inside her.
“Fuck,” she choked out, her throat catching. “Stars above... No.”
“No?” He barked a laugh, grinned. “Liar. No more lying. Turn. I want to see how red I marked your ass.” When she faced the wall, he moved in and spoke quietly. “And I want to see your other hole so I can decide when to fuck it.”
She gasped. “That’s—”
“Going to happen. You’re going to do it because you want to, my filthy little princess.”
How could he make her want that?
“Don’t move.” Drake turned on the tap. The square showerhead above cascaded warm water over them both, flooding over her head, down her body, and over her feet. The roar muffled other sounds, made this feel less real.
This wasn’t her, shivering, with goosebumps all down her arms despite the warmth, waiting for him to take her.
He gripped her ass, fingers angling into her slit, then bit her nape. She arched back into him and felt one of his fingers push at her other hole. No. No. But she didn’t say it, too wrapped up in the mix of sensations, of bite and hand on ass, of the shame of what he did, of having this huge creature aiming to fuck her properly.
Of being pinned to a wall in her bathroom while he almost stuck a finger into her ass.
Chapter Twelve
This could get so out of hand. Was already, she told herself. He’d washed himself, then watched her soap herself and rinse off, while he leaned on the shower wall, and now...
Calli gasped and buried her head in his chest, mouth sliding as he pushed into her, sliding on her fuck-juices as he’d just called them. Pinned to the wall, hoisted up, with his claws fastened around her breasts, anchored in. She had red scratch-stripes on her breasts and belly, and he was grunting as he forced himself higher.
Spine to the wall, she let her head fall back and bump on the wet surface. He was wet too, massive muscles bunching and hardening. Hard as the cock in her.
Deeper than before, she knew it, had felt him stretch her open, felt her pussy give way then clamp on his cock. As if she could keep him there, high inside.
“Fuck!” he swore, grunted again, slid into her more. “If I come too early, before I’m in all the way, I’m spanking you red.”
