By the time he sought the curls between my legs, every nerve in my body was quaking. He rubbed firm fingers along my wet slit and sheathed them slowly, sensually. The pleasure that assailed me was so exquisite I bit him mid-kiss, crying out.

“Dripping.” He brushed his cheek against mine and panted at my ear. “You want this.”

God confound me. “Yes.”

He grasped my shoulders and spun me toward the rail.

“Wait.” I swayed, trying to shift back. “What are you—?”

“Don’t let go.” He forcibly clapped my hands onto the balustrade and gave them a commanding squeeze.

His chest covered my back, his body heavy and rigid as though fighting for every shred of self-control.

“Ashley.” I craned my neck, trying to see him over my shoulder. “I want to look at you and kiss you while you fuck me.”

He pressed his face against my nape and ground out a sound of mingled frustration and pleasure.

“If you want this…” His mouth moved to the side of my neck, and his teeth clamped down. A threatening, lust-filled bite. “Stop talking.”

I did want it, but not if he meant to take me like a whore. Before I’d met Priest, this had been my preferred position, for it was less complicated, less awkward with men I didn’t know.

Then Priest showed me the divine pleasure and intimacy in eye contact during lovemaking. I wanted that with Ashley.

But he wasn’t having it. With a hand clenched on my hip, he affixed me to the rail and bent over my back. Effectively trapping me, he glided the head of his enormous erection through my slickness from behind.

Beneath the feverish swamp of his masculine heat and the sweet relief of his cock fitting against my cunt, I didn’t have the strength to stop this. I wanted him to the point of pain.

Until he shifted his hips and pressed up into my darkest place.

“Wrong hole!” My hands shot out, grappling at nothing, the scream in my throat strangled to silence.

“Mercy God.” He pushed past the ring of muscle, groaning low in his chest, his fingers a bruising vise on my hip. “Let me in. Deeper. Deeperaaaaah!”

I bucked, gulping for air, stunned beyond thought, as he worked the enormity of his cock into my arse. He was so well lubricated that he’d already sunk halfway in.

“Ashley…” I breathed through the sharp sting, the searing pressure, and tried to shove him away. “Stop!”

He pulled out, and his open hand slammed against my buttocks, jarring fire into my bones.

“Be still while I use you.” Then he was on me again, inside me, impaling his length into my backside. “Take it. Just how you like it.”

Something fractured inside of me. A breaking apart of my spirit. By the time he was fully seated, I had no fight left.