Page 27 of Prey

"You." I reach for him, fumble with his belt. "I want you inside me. I need to feel you."

He stills my wrists. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. God, yes."

"Look at me."

"I'm going to take you apart," he says. "Slowly. Thoroughly. By the time I'm done, you won't remember your own name."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He stands up, pulls his shirt off. His chest is broad, muscular. A light dusting of dark hair trailing down his stomach, disappearing beneath his waistband. He's beautiful. He unbuckles his belt. Pushes his pants down. And then he's naked. Hard. Aroused. He reaches for me.

Cain

I pull his shirt off. His skin is warm beneath my hands. Smooth, perfect, and spread out on my bed. I take my time kissing his neck, collarbone, chest and stomach. He shivers beneath me. His hands are in my hair. His breath is coming in short, broken gasps.

"Cain,"

"Shh." I reach for the nightstand pulling out the lube. He watches me, eyes wide.

"I'm going to open you up," I say. "Slowly, I want you to feel every second of it."

He nods.

"Tell me if it's too much."

"It won't be."

"We'll see." I pour lube onto my fingers. Warm it between them. Then I press one finger against his entrance.

He gasps.

Grey

His finger pushes into me. Slow and unforgiving.

"Easy," he says.

"I,"

"Breathe."

I do. In, out, in, out. His finger moves deeper. Crooks inside me. Finds the spot that makes me see stars.

"Oh,"

"There it is." He does it again. And again. And again.

I'm trembling, moaning, falling apart on one finger.

Cain

I add a second finger, he cries out, his hands griping the sheets. "Look at me," I say. His eyes are glassy, his mouth is open, he's absolutely wrecked and I love it.

"You're doing so well," I say. "Taking me so well."