Pretty Perfect Toy -- A Temptation Court Novel (Temptation Court, Book 2) by Angel Payne Page A

force of his pleasure. I shiver and let him feel it. Gasp and let him hear it. Level my head so he can see fully into my eyes—and know how he can claim every inch of my body—but in return, I want every ounce of his pain.
    Because together, we shall turn it into something beautiful.
    *
    Cassian
    This. Hurts.
    Two words that wouldn’t even be a flash in my mind, if my dick has the sole vote in the matter. Everything between my legs, from the tightness in my balls to the weight of my shaft, powers straight into the hell yes zone, flexing and ready and aching in all the best ways possible.
    This, right here, is the best part of any fuck. Staring down at a woman spread and wet for me…open and compliant for me…under my complete command…
    But this isn’t any other fuck.
    Ella Santelle isn’t any other woman.
    And I know, once my body slides fully inside hers, it is only the beginning of my unraveling. The first layer of many she’ll rip free from the cells of my being, until I’m only a collection of naked nuclei, again showing her everything I am…everything the world doesn’t get to see. Everything I haven’t even seen, in so damn long, that I have no idea what it’ll look like. But I sure as shit remember what it feels like.
    It’s going to hurt.
    Even more than it does now.
    “Cassian. Please .”
    God damn , it’s going to hurt.
    But denying her is like refusing to breathe. The fabric of my flesh has been created for hers. Every drop of my sweat has been chemically calibrated to her scent. Every tremble of her body becomes an earthquake in mine. She is my custom-created gift from the universe. The other side of me.
    The perfect parts of me.
    I choose that perfection now. Follow it as the light to reach at the end of this terror, letting it beam through my mind and guide my body.
    A couple of shoves at my pants, and my cock is free. A pump of my fist, lubricating my length with the hot liquid at my tip, and I am ready. Holy fuck, beyond ready.
    Yeah, for all of it.
    Even the pain.
    Though at the moment, only pleasure is my ruler.
    “Fuck.” It erupts from my locked teeth, as her sheath closes over me. Draws me into her tight core, kneading my dick until I shake from the bliss. I widen my stance and clench my ass, letting gravity do some of the work, gripping into her hips in order to set the driving rhythm I know she loves.
    “Ohhhhh.” She sighs, transforming it into one of the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard. “Creator’s toes…”
    I drop a short but hard kiss on her mouth. “You really thinking about toes right now, armeau ?”
    Her attempt at a laugh is adorable—and carnal. “No,” she rasps. “Only you.” Harder . “Every thought…is you, Cassian. Every sensation. Everything …”
    I drag my gaze open far enough to look at her. Exult in how her pupils dilate every time her pussy rams over me. Bask in the beauty of her parted lips, the bounce of her long curls, even the golden sheen that forms over the column of her neck…
    Christ, yes . Even her neck turns me on.
    “Everything.” I don’t hold back the selfish need from it now. Make it damn clear that on my lips, the word isn’t an offer. It is a decree. The core of what I exact, in exchange for what her very presence exacts from me.
    “Yes.” Her response is high and hot, filling me with celebration.
    “You’ll take it all from me.”
    “Yes.” Higher. Hotter. “I want it all.” Her nails rake my arms. Her eyes are stars gone supernova.
    I spread her ass cheeks. Grind into her harder. Faster. “Every inch of my cock.”
    “Yes.”
    “Filling your perfect cunt.”
    “ Yes .”
    I stretch my fingers in. Toy with the puckered rim of her most forbidden entrance. “And here.” I press in, my touch as unyielding as my voice. “You’ll take me here too.”
    Her gaze flares. Instantly ingests the meaning behind mine. A trust for a trust. Revelation for revelation. My opening up…for hers.
    “Push out.” I’m just