Annabel Joseph Owning Wednesday (revised) [Loose Id] (pdf)

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merely looked back at her with a lazy smile.
Soon. Be patient. When I m ready.
She moaned even louder. He let go of her hands, and she flailed for purchase
as his fingers infiltrated the hot, slick channel between her thighs. She bucked
against his hand, desperate to draw him closer. Deft fingertips played over her
pussy in a silky, slow cadence, melting her, subjugating her senses. She touched his
hair, gingerly at first, then boldly, squeezing the golden-blond strands in rhythm
with the song he was playing against her clit.
Okay now. He stroked her, making her shiver. Be a good girl.
Yes, yes, I ll be good as gold if you ll just stop teasing and fuck me.
Finally he left her to get a condom and stood over her, rolling it on, wearing a
look she couldn t place. Desire? Mastery? Infatuation? She wanted him to take her
and take her hard. He climbed onto the bed and thrust her legs open with his
powerful thighs. He lay on top of her and pulled her hard against him, skin to skin.
I ve got you, Wednesday. Don t I?
Yes, Sir, she whispered.
His body fit against hers like a puzzle piece. She basked in the feel of his hard
muscles, his rough chest hair against her nipples. She scratched at his back and his
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taut buttocks, digging her nails into the landscape of his body. He growled against
the side of her neck.
Behave. Be patient. You ll get it. I know this isn t how you were taught.
She stilled at those words. No, this wasn t at all what he d taught her. This
was something else altogether. Daniel s lovemaking was so different from what
she d experienced with Vincent. Daniel made her feel like she was floating, even
when he was holding her down. He made her whole body vibrate from the
confidence of his touch.
Daniel parted her legs wide, lifted her hips, and plunged inside. She squeezed
him tight, her nerves singing from the bliss of his cock stretching her. He fucked
her, pressing down against her so she couldn t breathe, couldn t move without his
yielding space and breath to her. Each time he moved inside her, she felt a strong
sensation of being one with another person. With him. It amazed and terrified her,
and she tried to shrink away.
No, he said in her ear. Don t.
She clung to him, pressing so close that she felt his pubic bone rubbing against
her clit. It was a hard, stimulating resonance against her softness. He took without
apology, but he brought her with him, urging her to active participation in their
dance. It scared her, the impulses and desires he elicited in her. It scared her how
hot he made her burn.
Daniel, Daniel, I need& What did she need? With Vincent, it had never been
about her.
What? he asked. What is it?
Daniel, can I come now, please? Am I allowed?
He chuckled. With or without my permission, I think you will.
He was right either way it was going to happen. She would take a hundred
lashes to feel the pleasure he was giving her now, to give in to the climax that was
threatening to overwhelm her.
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Come, he said, and do it like you mean it.
She came a moment later, with stars behind her eyelids and her blood beating
in her ears. Each pulse and undulation of her climax seemed to take her whole body
and shake it loose. Loose from fear. Loose from emptiness. When she regained her
senses, he was looking down at her strangely, and she realized she was crying. Not
a tear or two from the power of the orgasm. No, she was sobbing. She put her hands
to her cheeks, and they came away soaked with tears. She stared at them,
stupefied.
I don t know I don t know why&
It s okay.
The tears weren t stopping. She closed her eyes, embarrassed.
No, open, he said in a low voice.
She opened them and shook her head. I can t explain
That s okay. You don t have to. I want you to look at me though, to see me. To
know that I m the one who moved you this way.
It was almost painfully difficult for her, but she kept her eyes on his as he
wished.
He tilted his head. Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?
No. It s just that I ve never felt this way before. Her breath caught, and he
rolled away.
I suppose you could use some air.
He didn t leave her, only lay beside her with his arm across her waist. He was
so possessive. She both loved it and hated it. She was relieved to have his weight off
her, but also anxious to have it back. He gave a contented sigh, turning onto his
back.
I really enjoy fucking you, Wednesday. I really do.
She was silent. To her, what he d done was more than fucking. It was ecstasy.
Ruin.
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Maybe, he said, looking over at her with a thoughtful expression, maybe I ll
fall in love with you and marry you, and we ll live happily ever after.
She made a strangled sound. I don t know. This isn t a fairy tale.
Isn t it? You re not a princess, and I m not your prince?
I don t know yet.
He sighed and sat up on the side of her bed. I don t want to go. I don t want
you to disappear on me.
Disappear? You know where I work.
I want to have times, regular times, to see you. Nights that are mine, that I
can look forward to.
The softness was gone. He was giving orders. She sighed, watching him stand
and move away from her. I can t do that. Not yet.
He scowled at her as he dressed. Why the hell not? [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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