“It’s dangerous to be with you,” she breathes, turning her face to mine, her lips brushing the corner of my mouth and giving me chills.
I bring my hands around her, both hands cupping her full breasts, cracking the wax until it’s sliding against her skin. “Perhaps you’d be safer outside these walls, walking alongside death, instead of inside them, with me.”
Her hand goes up, her fingers curling in the hair at the base of my neck. She pulls, playing the dangerous line. I allow her to touch me, though, because I want to be inside of her more than I want to kill her in this moment.
My free hand goes down, from her chest to her sex, dragging my fingers through the cooled wax, smearing it across her skin that’s now smooth, greased, so fucking sexy as I stare at her through the reflection in the glass.
I curl my fingers in the waistband of my sweats, and I pull them over my ass. My cock springs free, and I grip it tightly, grinding my teeth together as it bounces against her ass.
“Please fuck me hard,” she whispers. “You want to take my mind away from the chaos around us.” She shifts her head until her eyes meet mine. “Then make me forget.”
My jaw clenches as I watch her. “You want me to fuck you hard? Bruise you? Tear you in two?”
She trembles in my hold, letting her walls down, allowing me to see her as she is. Submissive just for me. All fucking mine.
My hand reaches toward my dresser beside me, and I grab the belt sitting on top. I grab her wrists, tying them quickly behind her back, letting the leather rest against her skin.
“How badly do you want me, Hazel? Your enemy? The one who you despise? Would you get on your knees and beg for my cock? Would you shed tears just for me to give you an orgasm? How far are you willing to go for me?”
She growls, low in her throat, and I know as submissive as she may become, she’s stubborn, jaded. She’s not one to bend her knees for anyone, yet I’m asking her to put a dent in the floor as she begs for me.
I step away from her, my hands going to her shoulders as I spin her around, her back flush with the window, so I can look at her. “Get down on your knees, Hazel,” I command her.
Her eyes flare, a mixture of want and renewed hate heating her blood. Her skin is red and blotchy from the wax that has cooled, the markings from her recent wounds leaving a roadmap against her skin for me to trace with my tongue.
I take a step back, and then another. Until I’m on the other side of the room, my shoulder blades resting against the wall, Hazel on the other. We stare at each other; the only sound is the rain pounding against the glass.
“On your knees, my little witch.”
She swallows, and I can see the bob in her throat as she gets down, her knees knocking against the ground in between the candles surrounding her. “Perhaps someday I’ll get you on your knees.”
I puff out a laugh. Fucking hilarious.
“Shut those pretty little lips up and make your way over to me. Be sure to not knock over any candles. Wouldn’t want you to burn down another building.” I can’t help myself, and I can see by the way her body twitches that I’ve hit a nerve.
Good. It means that she’s here.
“Come here, baby. Show me how good you are on your knees.”
Her nostrils flare, her jaw grinding as she moves forward, her breasts pushed out as her hands stay strapped behind her back. She watches me with a fury that makes me even harder, and I reach out, gripping my cock, giving it a tight squeeze. Her eyes drop to the head, licking her lips as her knees pick up pace, knocking into one of the candles. It wobbles side to side before settling back in its place.
“You knock over a candle, you get no orgasm,” I tell her softly.
Her eyes widen, and she backs up an inch, redirecting herself until she’s far enough away from knocking over any candles.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
She looks stunning on her knees, her naked body flushed with heat, light pink and glowing from the candlelight. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders, her slender, yet curvy form shifting with each movement.
She’s slow, steady and sure, as she makes her way across the floor. Soon enough, her knees brush my toes, and I stare down at her, pleased and turned on as hell.
“Good girl,” I say smoothly.
Leaning down, I lift her under her arms, hauling her into my own. She’s breathless, full of desire as her legs slink on either side of my thigh, grinding her wetness against my skin.
I spin her around again until her breasts press against the cool window beside us. Grabbing my cock, I watch as a drop of precum slips from the tip, sliding between her cheeks. It glides against her folds, along with her arousal dripping down her thighs. I line myself up, then slip inside her with ease, settling once my hips meet her ass and she moans.
I bring my fingers up to her neck, wrapping them around the slenderness of her throat, and I squeeze, growling into her ear, “You might’ve been the sexiest little thing I’ve ever seen crawling on your knees. And for that, I’ll fuck you exactly how you want.”