Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2) by Bianca Sommerland Page A

until the nerves in both burst into
flames. Her core clenched around his finger and she tumbled into a
fast, hard orgasm. The pleasure blanked her mind and she collapsed
onto him, hardly even noticing that he'd released her hands as she
clung to him.
    "I'm not done with you." He pressed her head
against his chest. "But I think you need a minute."
    She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her
head. "No. More. Please."
    "No more?" He laughed when she sat up
straight. "I'm teasing, pet. Clasp your hands behind your neck. I
need to be inside you."
    Shifting to give him easier access, she
twined her fingers under her hair, not caring anymore that he'd
taken over. The way he took away her choices, they way he forced
her to slow down, made her feel more of what he was doing to
her. She'd never been so aware of her body. So aware of the man she
was with. His hand on the small of her back, his other around his
dick, made her throb with anticipation. He helped her rise up just
enough to slip himself into her entrance. Then he grasped her hips
and yanked her down hard.
    "Oh!" She dropped her head onto his shoulder,
shaking as her body adjusted to him. A little too long, a little .
. . too . . . thick. He stretched her more than any man she'd ever
been with. "Wait. Wait."
    "Yes. I can tell." He let out a gruff sound
and held her tight. "Jesus, Silver, hold long has it been?
You should have told me." He put his hand under her chin and kissed
her. "Why? Why would you do this to yourself?"
    No no no! She gulped against the
tightening in her throat. He couldn't do this. Not now. He was a
means to an end. That was it. Her relationship with Asher and
Cedric was none of his fucking business.
    A little honesty would get him moving.
"You're a lot . . . bigger than I'm used to. But you've got me so
wet I think I can—"
    "You can." He glided his lips down her
throat, then laid a gentle kisses over each of her breasts. "I
would grab your ass and make you take me deeper, but that would
hurt. And I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just want to feel you
around me."
    Her hips rose. She lowered slowly. And sucked
in air as his dick forced all the delicate tissues within to
expand. "You aren't hurting me You're driving me insane. I want you
fuck me hard on the floor. I want to be under you—"
    "That's not happening tonight, love" He
stroked her bottom, pressing lightly with his fingertips until she
moaned at the sweet bite of pain. "If you're under me, all the
pressure will be on the bruises. If you weren't so tight, I'd try
it, but together, it's too much. Lift up a bit. Take me, baby."
    She lifted up and braced herself. "Don't hold
back."
    "I won't."
    He fucked up into her, harder, faster, his
fingers digging into her flesh as he made her meet every violent
thrust. All the while she kept her hands locked behind her neck,
never questioning his control. Only once she reached the edge of
another climax did he slow, easing her back just enough that the
denial became torture. He lifted her a bit higher and teased her
sporadically clenching entrance with the head of his cock,
penetrating her over and over until she gasped a wordless plea.
    "Ask me, Silver." He stroked in a bit deeper,
then resumed his shallow thrusts. "Ask if you may come."
    Her lips parted and her tongue stumbled on
the words. "Let me. Please let me."
    "Say 'Please let me come, Sir'."
    Everything inside her tightened and she
screamed. "Let me come, Sir!"
    "With pleasure." He slammed into her and held
her down, rocking his hips, drawing her orgasm out until the
ecstasy gained a sharpness that brinked on pain. His dick throbbed
and she cried as the pulsing within yanked her up to the peak yet
again. He reached between them and roughly manipulated her clit.
"Give me another one, baby. Just one more. Give it to me now!"
    Tears spilled down her cheeks as she came
violently, the glorious agony ripping through her so abruptly that
she collapsed onto him and made a sound that scored her throat.
Every