She was close, and I was going to bring her there.
Fuck, Ilsa was gorgeous, writhing on the bed like that, teetering on the edge of letting go. It almost seemed as though she were holding herself back like she didn’t want to allow herself the pleasure of releasing with me.
She’d have no choice in the matter.
“You better come, Ilsa…” I mumbled against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of playful bites in my wake, “… because I’m not going to stop until you do.”
She moaned again and shuddered when I doubled my attention on her already sensitive clit and added a second finger inside her.
Ilsa came with a warm flush around my fingers as I continued to lick and suck at her clit, pushing her past her limit until she was trying to squirm away from my touch. Removing my fingers, I gripped onto her hips with both hands, barely controlling my strength as I held her against her struggles. I pinned her to the bed and sucked hard on her clit as it throbbed through her orgasm. She was stronger than I thought she’d be, and I’m sure my fingers were digging painfully into her as I fought to hold her still.
“Ray,fuck!”she cried out. The break in her voice ignited something within me, and I growled against her skin. As my demon gained control, I realized how foolish it had been to wait so long between sessions of fucking because I kept going, drawing out her orgasm until she grabbed a pillow and slammed it over her face to muffle her screams.
I kept going.
“Ray…” Ilsa panted, grabbed at my hair, and tried to push me away from her heat. “Stop, please, stop. I can’t take it—” Her fingers tangled in my hair as another wave of pleasure gripped her, and she cried out again.
She could take it, and she would. Because I wouldn’t stop until I’d had enough of her taste and her orgasms built one on top of the other. Her legs began to spasm, and her grip on my hair was painful.
When I pulled away, wiping my face on the back of my hands, Ilsa collapsed back against the mattress, her chest heaving. She was practically whimpering, and I was loving every second of it, loving every sound of submission trickling from her perfect mouth.
Crawling over her, Ilsa automatically placed her hands on my thighs as I straddled her lap again and sat atop her.
“Ilsa,” I said.
She still had her eyes closed, her leg twitching intermittently under me. But I didn’t have the patience for her to recover, not with the way my instinct raged through my veins at the taste of her. She was delectable, coming undone underneath me like I knew she would. Ilsa was strength and submission, and she didn’t put up with any shit. She was everything I needed to balance me out.
And she was fucking hot on top of that.
I shook the human thoughts of distraction that served no purpose for me at this moment from my head. Leaning forward, I bit into her neck, and she cried out, rage edging on her tone as she gripped my shoulders.
Straightening, I grinned at the way she glared at me, rubbing at her neck.
“Sit up,” I commanded.
She paused, too long for my liking, and I leaned forward again, this time flicking my tongue over her nipple before biting into the flesh of her breast.
“Ray!”
“I said, sit!”
Her frustration matched mine, and I could hear it edging in her voice. But I was bordering on losing control, and I didn’t have time to care about her feelings. Pushing herself up on her elbows, I lifted myself from her only enough for her to sit, leaning her back against the headboard. Her hands came to rest on my hips again, and I began grinding against her, chasing friction for my release.
“You can’t be mad at me,” I whispered, blowing the words against her ear and loving the way she shuddered. “You let go of the headboard when I told you not to. You’re lucky I’m not spanking you right now.”
There was that look in her eyes again, both daring me against it and inviting me to do exactly that. But that would need to wait for another time. If I were to take her like that now, I wouldn’t have the control I needed not to hurt her, and she might never let me touch her again.
Right now, I couldn’t imagine being in a world where I wasn’t allowed to touch her.
“Touch me,” I let my voice soften, darken, and drip with seduction as her eyes became heavy with desire again.
She was soft and gentle, running her hands from my shoulders over my collarbone and finally to my breasts, palming them with open hands. Gripping her, pushing my fingers on top of hers, I forced her to grab at me, and her eyes met mine as she understood. She can’t hurt me, so she can do as she pleases. Harder than she has to anyone before. I needed it, liked it.
The sound of her slapping my ass reverberated around the room, and when I lifted my lip in a snarl, she smiled sweetly at me, raising a brow as though in a challenge. Before I could protest, she spanked me again, and this time an involuntary growl escaped my lips.
The pain was so sweet.
“You’re treading dangerous territory, soldier,” I snapped.