Surrender to Me by Shayla Black Page B

collarbones, down his pectorals. He tensed. Kata tongued his nipple, turning up the heat. “Yeah. It does, doesn’t it?”
    In her hand, his cock stiffened even more—along with his whole body. “Fuck.”
    Kata gave him a throaty laugh and pumped him faster in her hand, licked furiously at his nipple, reveling in sweet victory rippling through her. But it was short-lived.
    Hunter grabbed her wrist and thrust it away from his cock, then drew in a shuddering breath. Threading his fingers through her hair, he wrapped the thick strands in his fist, tugging just hard enough to snap her head back—and force her to take his heavy stare. His expression was nothing short of a silent, sensual warning.
    Uh-oh .
    Hunter reached to the floor and grabbed something that disappeared into his hand. A second later, he ripped open a small foil packet with his teeth. Single-handedly, he rolled a condom on, starting at the angry tip of his heavy cock prodding at his belly insistently, all the way down to the root surrounded by dark hair.
    Anticipation and anxiety lanced through Kata, tightening her stomach. God knew how far Hunter was going to push her. Yet she was beyond aroused, ready to feel him stretching her, getting deep, stroking slow, giving them both mind-bending pleasure.
    With a growl, he pushed her on her back. She bounced against the mattress once before he was on her, sliding against her wet folds, his lips at her ear. “I’m going to get so deep inside you, honey. You’ll give me all of you, and I’ll give you everything you need.”
    His words made Kata fear he’d settle for nothing less than her soul.
    She looked him in the eyes and shook her head. “You’ll fuck me. I’ll let you. End of story.”
    “We’ll see,” he said cryptically.
    Then her thoughts scattered as Hunter began to penetrate her, scraping along every one of her throbbing nerve endings with a molasses stroke in, designed to devastate. No way she could stop herself from lifting her hips greedily to him. She threw her arms around his neck, biting her lip to hold in her moan. She knew it would sound like surrender.
    They’d barely started, and it already felt too much like surrender.
    Hunter stopped his endless glide into her suddenly, and her entire body tensed in denial. Kata lifted her gaze to him, questioning, hoping like hell that he couldn’t see her silent begging.
    “You’re holding back. Open that pretty mouth. Give me that moan, honey.”
    “Just fuck me.”
    He eased out of her weeping entrance. “Are we going to have this conversation again? You know what I’m going to say.”
    Yes, she did. And she already knew he was patient and controlled enough to withhold his own pleasure to prove a point. Damn it.
    “You promised you’d give me everything for an hour,” he reminded. “You’ve got forty-four minutes left.”
    Hell, she had promised, and she wasn’t the kind of person to renege. She always let it all hang out with Ben, never had an issue if he wanted to take the lead. But Hunter? He was more potent. A frightening thrill. He got to her, and she wanted the pleasure he gave her so desperately. The decision to give in should be easy.
    But in the back of her mind, she kept wondering . . . If she surrendered, could he take some part of her that she’d never get back? No way was she walking a mile in her mother’s shoes.
    Hunter stared, waiting for her response. Either she had to shut up and put out or walk away now.
    She’d split as soon as it was over. No after play, no cuddling or conversation or round two. She’d get up, get dressed, and get out—before he could do more damage.
    With a sigh, she trailed kisses along his hard shoulder, nipping at its bulging cap, dragging her nails down his back.
    “Good.” With a fist in her hair, he brought her face within inches of his and fused their gazes together. “I’m done talking now. I’m just going to show you what I want from you.”
    Hadn’t he been doing that already