Chapter 80

Anna

The kiss stops being gentle when his hand touches my bare skin.

It's like whatever has held him in place snaps, and he backs me into the dressing table. A soft grunt leaves his mouth as he hoists me against the surface and my back hits the mirror as the creams and oils scatter across the floors.

"Sorry," he murmurs against my mouth. "I can't..." He breathes hard and cusses, yanking my gown down my torso. His lips slant over my neck and need streaks down my spine.

My fingers twist in his shirt, the buttons popping as I try to get it off him. His hands are under my breasts cupping them, and a sound so deep and thick reverberates in his throat.

Christ, that is hotter than it should be, and I'm making a fool of myself, struggling with his clothes. He pulls his hands off me for long enough to shrug off his shirt with ease, and I moan when my hands splay over his abs, tracing up to his chest and hard nipples. I pinch them and he bites my neck.

My core heats, and I pinch them again, harder this time. He bites down on my skin, harder, and I know that come morning, there will be bruises.

The thing is, I want those bruises everywhere.

I part my thighs and lock my legs behind him as his lips and tongue lash against my skin ferociously. It’s not enough. It could never be enough with Neil. I can’t comprehend it; the desire to just be. To let him do his worst to him. I’ve never been wild with a man before, but Neil brings out something in me that reminds me of a hellcat in the fantasy stories I have read.

He’s lifting me, carting us towards the bed, but I don’t want to be laid on the bed. I want it wild and savage. Heaven knows I might not be able to take it, but I want it so bad. I drop my legs, swiveling and I shove him towards the dresser. He lets me. My hands find the buckle of his pants and I start to pull at it, a frustrated groan escaping my lips when I can’t get his belt out of the lock.

Warm hands cover mine and he guides me. It is off in seconds, and I sink to my knees, standing between his legs, staring up at me. I’ve never done this before. Not even for Sean. I must be going insane because all I can think of right now is how to please Neil.

He looks frightened as my fingertips snag on the elastic band of his briefs. “You want to kill me?”

I manage a smirk. “Only if you want me to.” I’m not sure how to go about this, but I can at least try to be confident. I pull down his briefs, hoping he can’t feel my fingers shaking, and I try not to freeze when I wrap my fingers around him. It almost fits. There’s a bit of space between my thumb and middle finger. Maybe I just have small hands.

His hand reaches for me, and I see him hesitate. “I’ve waited so long for this, let’s not rush it.”

I stare up at him, wearing my most innocent expression. “No, sir.”

His eyes smolder me, and I know he liked that. My mouth runs dry and I wet my lips as I sort of…lick the tip of his erection. His hips buck and he falls back against the dresser, searching for something to hold on to. He cusses. Once. Twice. He twitches in my hand, and I do it again, taking him into my mouth.

Neil grabs a fistful of my hair, a sharp sound escaping him. I glance up in time to catch an unguarded look in his eyes. I stop, my heart squeezing. “What?” Maybe I’m doing it wrong?

He swallows. “You’re beautiful, Brie,” he whispers, caressing my cheek softly. “So beautiful.”

And I feel it, his words clanging through me, the truth in them sinking in. Here, like this, with him, I feel more beautiful than I’ve ever felt in my life. When I swirl my tongue over him, he leans over, grips my shoulder and yanks me up, off the ground. “No. Fucking…Fuck.” He makes a sound that is a half-growl and I’m suddenly slammed against the dresser, my chest pressing into it.

“Sorry,” he whispers again, even as I feel him hot and hard against my ass. “Tell me if I’m hurting—”

I push my back into him, twisting my hips to get a feel of him; to direct him exactly where I need him. He groans, bracing either side of my head as he rocks forward, breathing hard on my neck. “Brianna. Please.”

My back arches into him, and I feel his hands close around my hip. He doesn’t bother pulling off my panties. He moves it aside and I gasp when his fingers run over me, his free hand gripping my breast, pinching the nipple in the same moment his thumb grazes carefully over my clitoris. I shudder, sparks of pleasure eroding my senses. I cry out, ignoring the fact that Finn is sleeping in the next room. I do hope for our sakes that the walls are sound-proof.

I push back, giving him more access and when a finger slides into my throbbing heat, I release a breath, leaning my forehead against the wood. Neil pulls out almost immediately, murmuring softly about how I’ll be the death of him, and how much he needs to be inside me. I feel him push against my entrance, his hand arching my hips back until my legs are spread and I’m completely open to him.

It takes slow, measured thrusts before he can fit in half, and I close my eyes, overwhelmed by it. I squirm and groan, clenching around him to get used to the stretch.

He grips my waist, rocking in a slow circle, and when I hold around him again, he pulls my chest to his, groaning into my ear, “Oh God.”

I grapple for something and settle for the closet’s handle. I grip hard as his hips ram into mine and the handle comes off. The closet door groans, hitting against the frame and I cry out when he clutches my hips in a wild frenzy, his speed hiking to feverish levels—he is pounding into me aggressively and heavens help me, I must take it. I need this.

My legs refuse to hold me, and I fall, losing him. I start to rise, but he’s already lifting me, cradling me softly like I’m glass and can shatter any second. I smile a little. This is what it feels like to be safe in a man’s arms. To be…loved, for real.

He places me on the bed with terrifying gentleness, only to flip me on my belly and pull me to the very edge. Neil’s fingers splay over my ass and he squeezes, groaning as he does. I expect that I’m about to get spanked, but he doesn’t. He leans over and kisses the skin softly, before straightening and slamming into me, all the way to the hilt.

We both groan and when my back starts to rise, he presses down, angling me to take in more of him. The sheets drown out my sweat and pleas. Every thrust is met with a push, and I’m matching his speed, the desire driving me near insanity.

“No,” he yelps. “Not yet!”

He starts to pull out of me, but I don’t want him out. I clutch around him the hardest I can, and it causes my body to shudder, premature climax eliciting a loud growl from me. My core pounds and Neil makes a sound that’s purely erotic as he shoves in, hard enough to hurt, and releases.

He holds me until his shudder breaks, and I still feel him hard inside me. Not yet, he’d said and held on still. I feel his heart thudding hard against his chest as he rolls his hips and starts over, this time slow and torturous, like he is staking his claim inside of me. He kisses me everywhere, nipping on my skin, rewarding me with a hard bite every time I clench around him.

My nipples are hard pebbles in his hands, and I’m a sweaty mess who lives only for the movements he makes in me, the heat his body emits as our bodies slide together.

When he cums, I feel it deep within me, a carnal satisfaction curling around my heart, holding still. We collapse forward, into the bed, and for a while, we remain that way, just breathing and existing in each other’s arms.

“Brianna,” Neil murmurs softly, kissing my neck. “I bought a ring.”

“Huh,” I say, breathing hard out of my nose. “Why?”

“I don’t know, I was thinking of proposing to Finn?”

I cackle, turning to kiss his jaw, but his words suddenly sink in and I jerk up into a sitting position. He frowns, joining me. “What is it?”

So many things. Too many things. I don’t answer immediately, not until he cups my cheeks, forcing me to look him in the eye. “Let’s get married, Brie.”

“No.”