“Hold back,” he told her, as he fucked her harder, gripping her hand, as if the force with which he held her would keep her desperate orgasm at bay. “Don’t come yet.”

She couldn’t speak, could only whimper as she concentrated so fiercely on denying the quivering in her core, the molten heat coursing through her veins from the absolutely overwhelming way he took her. From the way he fucked her into such a state of wildness. “Please,” she begged as he took his hand from her throat and moved his fingers up the back of her neck, threading them through her hair.

Grabbing her hair. Pulling it. Keeping her immobile.

He thrust into her, sending shock waves of pleasure from her center all the way through her body.

“Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, kissing her so hard he’d leave marks. When he let go, he whispered, “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Give yourself to me,” he said and she knew what he wanted. All of her body. All of her pleasure. Nothing for her to do but be consumed by him. He wanted to give her everything, and to take nothing from her as he fucked her relentlessly.

She let her head fall forward, her shoulders go slack. She held onto the railing, but the rest was up to him. He dropped his hands to her hips, gripping her tightly, and so fucking possessively that if he didn’t let her come right now she was sure she would die from wanting to climax.

“Don’t hold back anymore,” he commanded, and his tone made it clear—he owned this orgasm. He controlled her body. He was driving this train and she was not only along for the ride. She was the ride.

“Oh, God,” she shouted.

“Tell me you’re coming,” he growled. “Say it.”

She shuddered as the world around her shattered. “I’m coming, Jack. I’m coming now,” she cried out, as her orgasm crashed through her body like a goddamn force of nature. It was better, stronger, more powerful than the last one.

“Yes, you are,” he said, his voice rough and dirty as he fucked her hard and ferociously, giving her everything as he took her. His fingers dug into her flesh, gripping her, driving into her with a fierceness that felt like ownership as he came inside her with a loud, deep groan. As he began to slow his pace, he bent over her back, his chest on her, one hand gently looping around her belly, sensing she needed him to keep her from falling. He held her close as he slowed to a leisurely pace, rocking inside her, like a wave rolling back out to sea.

But even as her orgasm ebbed, she was marked. By his teeth, by his fingers, by his beautiful cock still deep and hard inside her.

By his voice.

And by his control.

He was right about everything. He wanted her badly. He’d shown her how much.