Page 197 of Power Play

“You feel that?” I groaned, thrusting into her at an angle that made her arch off the bed. “That’s how bad I wanted you. That’s how deep it fucking goes.”

My control began to fray, and the measured pace gave way to something more primal and desperate. My hips drove harder and faster, rocking the bed until the headboard knocked against the wall in a frantic rhythm. Hooking her legs over my arms, I spread her wider and opened her for me until I could sink even deeper.

“Esta pussy es mía,” I snarled, the Spanish spilling from me in a dark, possessive growl. “Solo mía. This pussy is mine, Charm. Only mine.”

She sobbed my name, the sound becoming a broken chant beneath the slap of our bodies. Her nails scored my back and shoulders, marking me as hers, and I welcomed every sharp sting.

I leaned down and captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her cries. “Say it,” I demanded against her lips as my thrusts turned brutal. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours!”

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours, Ryan. ¡Tuya!”

The Spanish affirmation and the way she surrendered herself to me shattered the last of my restraint. Her inner muscles began clamping and fluttering around my cock, signaling her second climax. I redoubled my efforts, fucking her with a frenzy that bordered on violence as I chased my release and fought to take her with me.

“Come with me, mi hada,” I begged, my voice breaking beneath the demand. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

Her orgasm tore through her. Her body bowed off the bed, a silent scream etched across her face before a raw, shattered cry ripped from her throat. The intense, rhythmic clenching of her pussy around my cock was too much.

A guttural roar rose from the deepest and most wounded part of me, from the kid in the stairwell and the man who had never believed he would have this. I drove into her one final time and held myself deep as my release tore through me. Pulse after endless pulse emptied into the condom while my body shuddered with the force of it.

The release carried more than pleasure. Possession, relief, and something so vast I couldn’t name it ripped through me at once. Being inside her felt like coming home after a lifetime spent lost.

I collapsed over her but kept my weight braced on my elbows, my face buried in the sweaty curve of her neck. We remained joined and wrecked, our hearts hammering against each other as the frantic rhythm slowly eased. Nothing filled the room except our ragged breathing and the faint hum of the city outside.

Reality seeped back in through the feel of her skin beneath my hands, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with her perfume, and the profound rightness of her body beneath mine.

I couldn’t pull away from her yet. Rolling us carefully onto our sides, I kept her pinned against me with my arm banded around her waist. My cock remained semi-hard inside her, my body as unwilling to let her go as the rest of me.

For a while, neither of us spoke. Everything I had needed her to understand had been given to her through my history, my body, and this desperate joining.

Charm shifted in my arms and pushed her ass back against me. “I want more.”

“I have more, mi hada, but I need another condom.”

The thought of pulling out of her hot, wet pussy pissed me off. I wanted to feel her without anything between us, wanted the heat and wetness directly against my skin. Still, I withdrew carefully and reached between her legs.

Charm slapped her hand over mine. “Stop.”

I froze immediately. Fear that I had been too rough turned my stomach sick.

“What’s wrong, Charm? Are you okay?”

“I don’t want another condom.” She turned her head enough to see me. “I trust you, and I’m protected.”

Her words shifted something in the darkness between us.

For a second, my brain stopped working. The fear that had spiked when she told me to stop dissolved and left something far more overwhelming behind. Trust. She was offering me the kind that stripped away the final barrier between us and said she accepted every part of me, even this.

My hand remained between her legs, my fingers slick with her arousal. I could feel the hot, swollen evidence of what we had shared. The thought of entering her again and feeling that wet heat without the thin barrier of latex sent a jolt through me so intense that my hips jerked involuntarily against her ass.

I withdrew my hand slowly and brought it up to cup her cheek, turning her face toward mine. Her eyes were wide and serious in the dim light.

“You’re sure?” My voice sounded rough and barely recognizable.

She nodded without looking away. “I’m sure. I want to feel you.”