Chapter Eight: ControlShe's absolutely perfect and he doesn't know how long he will be able to last before he loses control.
She sobs out meekly every time he plunges in deep, tears beginning to fall over her cheeks, wetting her hair and the pillow. He kisses them away, opening that pretty mouth and licking into it.
"So lovely," he rumbles. "You are absolutely perfect, darling," he says. "Spread your legs for me."
She sucks in a shivering breath and her eyes widen a little bit more. She looks wide-eyed and scared, startled and afraid.
She's impossible to resist. He should have had the foresight to take a video of her like this, eyes shining with dread and fear, yet smelling like arousal and temptation personified. He lets her legs down from where they're crossed over his neck and watch
