After they got back to their room, Brie started stripping off her clothes as she walked into the bathroom. “I need a hot shower to warm up my bones before I climb in that bed.” She looked teasingly over her shoulder. “You cannot join me”, she said sarcastically.
“Well, I’m sorry to tell you, gorgeous, but I’m coming with you. You’re not the only one that needs to warm up after a day in the snow”, David said, throwing his shirt in the dirty clothes.
She went into the bathroom and started the water for their shower. She stepped into the shower stall when she had the water at the right temperature, letting the hot water warm her muscles. As she stood under the water, she felt strong arms slip around her waist. “Who the hell are you?” she asked playfully.
“Your worst fucking nightmare”, he said with a dark chuckle. “Your darkest fantasies come to life.”
She turned in his arms. “Oh, really?” she said, quirking an eyebrow and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He laughed. “I can be.”
She moved to press her lips to his, stopping so that as she spoke her lips brushed against his. “Prove it, David Michael.”
He turned his body so that he pressed her into wall of the shower stall, pinned to where she couldn’t move.
“Is that a challenge, Hannah Brielle?”
“You had better believe it, buddy. It might be your birthday, but that doesn’t mean that you get away with making idol threats, Mr. Draiman. If you’re going to threaten me, you had better make good on it.”
He didn’t speak his response. His lips crushed against hers, hard and damn near bruising. He hungered for her and he let her know it. His hands moved to her thighs and he lifted her, pressing her against the wall from shoulder to hip.
Her legs automatically wrapped around his hips as they fed at each other’s mouths. She burned for him and had since the day they met, the day in which he saved her life. And she always would burn for him. She would burn for him until the moment she took her final breath.
He knew she was wet from the water of the shower. He also knew that she was tight. He thrust himself into her, forcing her to take every inch even though she was so tight. She’d laid down the gauntlet; he was only making sure that he met the requirements.
She cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain. He was being rough and she liked it that way. She didn’t always want to have love made to her. There were nights when she just needed to be fucked. This was one of those nights and she’d let him know it. He’d made it obvious that he’d gotten the message and was going to deliver.
There was something about the sound she made that drove him mad. He loved that sound. He loved the power he had. He could have stopped and there would have been nothing she could have- or would have- done about it. He was going to give her what she wanted because that’s what he wanted. He wanted to prove to her that he knew all of her buttons and exactly how to push them. At that moment, with her body pressed to the wall, steam rising from the shower, water beading on both of their skin, her body tight with need around him, he pulled out slowly; leaving only the tip inside, then slammed back into her with everything he had. He did this repeatedly, tearing his lips from hers long enough to growl in her ear, “You’re mine.”
That undid her. She screamed his name to the ceiling of the bathroom as she raked her nails across his shoulders.
He tensed slightly from the pain, and then pulled out completely, setting her feet on the floor of the shower, then spinning her around and pressing the front of her body into the cold glass. After giving her a good hard smack on the ass, he grabbed a hold of her hips and slammed into her as hard and fast as he could.
He owned her at the moment and she knew it. What was more, she liked it. There had been a time in the past where she had been into rougher sex where she was man handled, but those days had been long past. At that moment, he truly was bringing one of her darkest fantasies to life because- though she’d never tell him- she’d always dreamed of him taking her like this, being rough and unrelenting. She’d dreamt about it for years.
He knew in the back of his mind that this was what she needed from him. He’d always had that nagging urge to get rough and man handle her, but he’d never succumb until tonight. When she issued her challenge that was the end of it. He gave in the more animalistic feelings that he had for her and did what she needed of him. He let one of the hands that held her hips slid down and smack her on the ass again, then it snaked up her back and his fingers curled into her hair. He pulled her head back at a sharp angle and she gasped. “Who do you belong to?” he growled in her ear.
“You, David.”
“Let me hear you say it.”
“I belong to you, David. You and only you.” Her voice was weak and unsteady, as though she knew that her place was beneath him. He liked that sound in her voice in that moment. With his hand in her hair, she growled to her again. “Cum for me, Brie.”
She came screaming, her body spasming around him. She had the urge to dig her nails or teeth into something, but there was nothing there, so she bit into her lip instead. “OH, HOLY GOD!” she screamed as her body clinched down around his so violently that it was almost painful. “OH, GOD, DAVID!”
A satisfied smile crossed his face as he slammed into her one last time, spilling inside her when he did. He’d gotten what he wanted and so had she. He leaned in against her, his knees weak, and placed a kiss on her should after untangling his hand from her hair. “Is that what you wanted?” he asked breathlessly.
She nodded, her breathing quiet, her eyes closed. “The only thing that could have possibly made that any
closer to my darkest fantasy would have been being bound to the bed on my knees”, she whispered.
A wicked grin spread slowly across his face. “Let’s get cleaned up and that CAN be arranged."
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