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But he only teased me, licking, nuzzling. He rolled his hips with every thrust, finding new angles to blow my mind.

I should participate. Iwantedto participate. But I also wanted to absorb. If I never got to experience this again, I needed to wring each second dry.

Besides, I didn’t dare interrupt the most perfect rhythm I’d ever known. No song I’d ever composed could come close.

“That’s it. Tighten up on me again.” His hand found my clit and I jerked against him, driving him so deep that a cry flew from my lips. One twist of his hips and he was seated in a way that promised fulfillment lurked a stroke away.

Then his thumb skimmed my clit, almost offhandedly, and I exploded around him. Moans spilled out of my mouth as I doubled over and rode out the ecstasy that seized me.

I was barely aware of him pulling out. My body had gone into autopilot.

“Uh-uh. Not done with you yet,” he said gruffly as I tried to crawl away.

I whimpered. I was too sensitive, my clit throbbing from overuse, but he didn’t seem interested in granting me a reprieve.

Bless him.

He scooped me up and carried me into the next room. I opened my eyes, squinting against the lights he flipped on, then I was facedown on the couch, my ass in the air again. He slapped it and I gasped, shocked at the warmth that blossomed from the point of contact.

One more slap against the other side and I was biting the cushion beneath my cheek, wiggling my ass at him, asking for something I couldn’t name and longed for with way more than my body.

“Tell me you want this.” His voice sounded ragged and raw, as if his own control had thinned to a wire. I ached to trip it.

To see what happened when this man went over the edge.

“I want it.” Even on my knees, I felt more powerful than I’d ever been before. I threw back my hair and shot him a look over my shoulder, making sure he understood that I was with him every step of the way. “What are you waiting for?”

He examined my position before him with a gleam in his dark green eyes that would’ve made me shiver if I hadn’t been strung impossibly tight. Just moments after an amazing orgasm and I was already hovering on the precipice again just from the intensity in his gaze.

“Then take it.” Roughly, he sank into me again, so deep that I forgot to cry out.

Forgot to breathe.

My life up to that point disappeared. I was just a body to be filled.

Just his to use.Thoroughly.

My cells screamed for oxygen as I bit the cushion to keep from screaming as he rammed into me again and again.

My limits disappeared. With him, I had none. I just shook for more.

“Good girl.” The praise made me smile even in the midst of insanity. “So fucking good.”

The pleasure mixed with a ripe pain that tore open something inside my chest. I didn’t have to hold back anymore. I didn’t have to lie to him. He wouldn’t accept lies anyway.

There was only truth, and heat, and pleasure. And him.

Always him.

SEVEN

PEYTON

I wokeon the same couch where I’d been banged into next Tuesday.

A fuzzy blanket covered me up to my chin, but a quick pat of my chest and hip helped me to ascertain that yes, I was indeed naked.

Normally, I would’ve blushed over that fact. Winding up naked on a stranger’s couch after oral activities and a little spanking mid-sex wasn’t exactly part of the usual setlist of my life.