Desire Me More by Tiffany Clare Page A

Nick had taken her, he pulled away. She felt empty, needy. How could he stop and leave her wanting?
    She looked over her shoulder at him, searching his eyes for the answers she wasn’t sure she wanted, when the head of his steely length pressed against the tight puckered hole higher up. The hunger in his eyes nearly undid her. He didn’t break his gaze as he pushed forward, breaching the tight hole he’d thumbed earlier.
    Her mouth opened on a wordless sound as he stretched her with just the head of his penis, working it in and out of her slowly. Oh, so slowly that she wasn’t sure if she was feeling pain or pleasure. It just felt different.
    An alien noise rose in the back of her throat. The burn of him working his way in drew her body forward. She hesitated, not sure whether or not she wanted what he was offering. His hand came down hard on one cheek of her buttocks, stilling her.
    â€œTell me to go slower, if that’s what you want, but don’t pull away from me, Amelia. I’ll own this part of you as much as I own every other part. Is that understood?”
    Her face flamed red, knowing she shouldn’t want any such thing; she was, after all, her own person. But the truth of the matter was this: she wanted exactly that.
    What they were doing felt so far beyond forbidden that she pulled forward another inch and buried her head into the bedding to hide her deep blush. Only the very tip of him remained inside, stretching the tight hole of her bottom. Indecision had her frozen to the spot, unable to move or able to speak.
    â€œTalk to me, Amelia. You said you wanted all of me. Are you still sure you want that?”
    She nodded.
    â€œI need to possess every part of you. It’s like an obsession, eating me up inside.”
    â€œWhy?” It was the only word she could form.
    â€œBecause I need to own you.” His answer came easily, truthfully. But the better question was, did she want that? To be completely controlled by this man?
    Yes, she wanted that, but deep down, she felt that was not something she should ever want from anyone. Nick made her feel and think differently. She was losing herself in him, and that scared her more than anything.
    â€œWhat you’re doing feels so . . . ” Wrong? Strange? Foreign? “Different.”
    Nick leaned over her, his beard scraping along her shoulder as he kissed and nibbled her overheated skin. The motion drew him further inside her.
    â€œI can do this all day, my sweet darling.” His teeth scraped along her skin, making her shiver.
    Reaching around to her front, his fingers slicked through the wet folds of her sex. “Even fucking you this way has cream coating you. I want to lap it all up like a cat, suck it all away ’til I’ve feasted myself full, but I know you’ll only cream more for me if I do that.”
    She closed her eyes, her breathing shaky as she rolled his words around in her mind. Every dirty word he uttered fired her desire higher. When one of his fingers flicked against her clitoris, there was but one thing on her mind. And that was more . She pressed her bottom back into him, needing to pull all of him into her. Needing him completely.
    â€œThat’s it, Amelia. I’ll have you begging for my cock fucking deep inside the tight hole of your rear.”
    He was relentless with his words, his body. His fingers still rotated around her swollen bud, the sensations blasting through her body and making her pelvis and hips undulate, lodging him deeper until finally it felt like his penis stretched her wide open. There was a slight burn, but it receded the longer he held motionless inside her.
    Nick pulled his fingers away seconds before she found her release. She cried out at the loss of his touch, but was filled with an altogether different feeling as he pushed carefully forward, filling her, inch by agonizing inch. Her breath caught, stopped in its tracks, and ended as he slid fully inside.