Black Light: Branded
Excerpt By Kay Elle Parker
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“These heels do marvelous things to your legs, little dove.”
There was a slight strain in her calves and thighs. Just enough to make her aware of her position. She could only imagine what she looked like from Finn’s vantage point, but if it made him happy, who was she to complain?
She heard the metallic jingle of a belt buckle unfastening, the whir of a zipper lowering. She grew wetter, hotter. It had only been a few hours since she’d had the joy of him inside her, but it seemed like forever.
Foil crinkled. The silence in the room thickened, tension brewing inside her as she waited for a sign, a signal, that the storm was about to break.
Finn was the thunder and the lightning, a veritable tempest of power and testosterone designed to raze a woman to ruins. Ava dreaded to think of the carnage he could unleash on her at his peak.
She jerked when his fingers slipped between her thighs again, fondling her slick folds. If she weren’t so precariously balanced, she’d have wiggled her butt at him. Another plea waited impatiently on her lips.
Movement behind her. Slow, open-mouthed kisses pressed to each buttock before his mouth roamed up her spine, the faintest spike of stubble scraping sensitive skin, until he discovered the ultra-ticklish spot right between her shoulder blades.
Ava squealed, squirming madly as her nervous system went haywire.
Finn’s dark laughter only added to the exquisite torment, his hands fanning the sensation of being mercilessly tickled.
She erupted into fits of giggles, her fingernails digging into the wood as she struggled to anchor herself with the door. Giggles morphed into a carnal groan as seamlessly as his cock breached her slick center. Despite everything her pussy had been through the last few hours, there was still the faintest sting of discomfort as she stretched to accommodate him.
Her head fell forward, her hair tumbling toward the floor in a short waterfall of white.
“Oh my God. Finn!”
For all his impatience, her lover moved carefully. Slow, easy thrusts worked his considerable size inside her. “Tell me when you’re ready, Ava, then hold on tight.”
There was more than this? This felt like everything. She could stay here with him forever in this moment, connected and so very alive, savoring every languid stroke of his body inside hers. She didn’t have a lot of experience with sex but when she was with Finn, she didn’t feel like she needed any.
He was her Dom, her lover, her teacher, her rock. He surged into her, sheathing himself completely and forcing her up onto her toes. Her internal muscles rippled and spasmed around him in frantic flutters, seeking release. “I want to hear your voice, little dove.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Finn, please.”
One big arm curled around her hips tightly, pinning her against him. His right hand rested beside hers on the door. “Safe word if it gets to be too much. I don’t want to hurt you when you don’t need it.”
“What if I want it?”
There was a long, long pause before he spoke, and his tone purred with all the decadent dominance she could ever need. “Well then, my dirty minx, you better speak up.”
Dirty minx. She hated derogatory names—her father had turned it into a vicious art form—but she loved it when Finn called her that. Maybe because her father had never used that term in particular. Or maybe it was just Finn’s tone when he said it, a combination of stern authority and caring lover rather than abusive asshole.
Ava ground back against him, making her intentions as clear as she could. “I want it all, Sir,” she said breathlessly, braced for whatever he unleashed. “I want all of you.”
Finn didn’t hesitate. Her moan of protest as he withdrew died quickly, reborn into a wild cry of abandon. The thick length possessing her pistoned into slick heat, his pelvis hammering against her ass with better accuracy than any machine.
Harsh wet slapping sounds filled her ears in time with the jolts assaulting her body. Sweat snaked down her spine, her own wetness slicked her thighs. There was nothing tangible to hold onto, nothing to wrap her fingers around and clutch.
Her hands bore the force of his thrusts, her nails scoring the wood as she sought purchase.
He was on a mission to give her exactly what she asked for. When her foot slipped out from beneath her, he just hitched her back into position and changed the angle of penetration. Nothing was stopping him from destroying her so perfectly, she’d likely still be calling out his name in the morning.
The orgasm hit her square in the womb with all the strength of a hurricane, tearing through her with reckless freedom. Pleasure arrowed into every nerve, every cell, turning her rigid with the sheer bliss of release. Someone, far away, screamed with delight.
“Fucking take it, Ava,” Finn growled against her shoulder, his breath ragged. There was no stopping the perfect rhythm, the obsessive tempo they’d started. Even as the orgasm began to wane, he was right there fueling the next. Shoving her into its path, dangling her in front of it as it came at her with sharp teeth of pleasure and pain. It ripped into her, shredding her down to the soul.
Sobbing, she felt her sweaty hands slide down the door. Her arms and legs were trembling, tiring, and she was in no position to keep herself upright. She’d never tested her endurance this way, never had such rigorous and elating sex.
“Finn, I can’t…I can’t…”
It seemed like heaven and hell collided. It was the only way she could describe it. Finn’s thrusts grew sharp and shallow. She barely had the chance to catch a single, full breath before he drove deep on a roar, sending her overtaxed body into a third and final spiral of agonizing overindulgence.
The world splintered, her vision fractured. Highly sensitive, her body felt too vulnerable. Like the gentlest touch would set her aflame. Her breath heaved, her throat raw from exuberant cries. Beneath it all was the blessed, brilliant burn.
Finn extracted himself with the utmost care, sweeping her up into his arms before she gave into exhaustion and collapsed on the floor.
There was a slight strain in her calves and thighs. Just enough to make her aware of her position. She could only imagine what she looked like from Finn’s vantage point, but if it made him happy, who was she to complain?
She heard the metallic jingle of a belt buckle unfastening, the whir of a zipper lowering. She grew wetter, hotter. It had only been a few hours since she’d had the joy of him inside her, but it seemed like forever.
Foil crinkled. The silence in the room thickened, tension brewing inside her as she waited for a sign, a signal, that the storm was about to break.
Finn was the thunder and the lightning, a veritable tempest of power and testosterone designed to raze a woman to ruins. Ava dreaded to think of the carnage he could unleash on her at his peak.
She jerked when his fingers slipped between her thighs again, fondling her slick folds. If she weren’t so precariously balanced, she’d have wiggled her butt at him. Another plea waited impatiently on her lips.
Movement behind her. Slow, open-mouthed kisses pressed to each buttock before his mouth roamed up her spine, the faintest spike of stubble scraping sensitive skin, until he discovered the ultra-ticklish spot right between her shoulder blades.
Ava squealed, squirming madly as her nervous system went haywire.
Finn’s dark laughter only added to the exquisite torment, his hands fanning the sensation of being mercilessly tickled.
She erupted into fits of giggles, her fingernails digging into the wood as she struggled to anchor herself with the door. Giggles morphed into a carnal groan as seamlessly as his cock breached her slick center. Despite everything her pussy had been through the last few hours, there was still the faintest sting of discomfort as she stretched to accommodate him.
Her head fell forward, her hair tumbling toward the floor in a short waterfall of white.
“Oh my God. Finn!”
For all his impatience, her lover moved carefully. Slow, easy thrusts worked his considerable size inside her. “Tell me when you’re ready, Ava, then hold on tight.”
There was more than this? This felt like everything. She could stay here with him forever in this moment, connected and so very alive, savoring every languid stroke of his body inside hers. She didn’t have a lot of experience with sex but when she was with Finn, she didn’t feel like she needed any.
He was her Dom, her lover, her teacher, her rock. He surged into her, sheathing himself completely and forcing her up onto her toes. Her internal muscles rippled and spasmed around him in frantic flutters, seeking release. “I want to hear your voice, little dove.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “Finn, please.”
One big arm curled around her hips tightly, pinning her against him. His right hand rested beside hers on the door. “Safe word if it gets to be too much. I don’t want to hurt you when you don’t need it.”
“What if I want it?”
There was a long, long pause before he spoke, and his tone purred with all the decadent dominance she could ever need. “Well then, my dirty minx, you better speak up.”
Dirty minx. She hated derogatory names—her father had turned it into a vicious art form—but she loved it when Finn called her that. Maybe because her father had never used that term in particular. Or maybe it was just Finn’s tone when he said it, a combination of stern authority and caring lover rather than abusive asshole.
Ava ground back against him, making her intentions as clear as she could. “I want it all, Sir,” she said breathlessly, braced for whatever he unleashed. “I want all of you.”
Finn didn’t hesitate. Her moan of protest as he withdrew died quickly, reborn into a wild cry of abandon. The thick length possessing her pistoned into slick heat, his pelvis hammering against her ass with better accuracy than any machine.
Harsh wet slapping sounds filled her ears in time with the jolts assaulting her body. Sweat snaked down her spine, her own wetness slicked her thighs. There was nothing tangible to hold onto, nothing to wrap her fingers around and clutch.
Her hands bore the force of his thrusts, her nails scoring the wood as she sought purchase.
He was on a mission to give her exactly what she asked for. When her foot slipped out from beneath her, he just hitched her back into position and changed the angle of penetration. Nothing was stopping him from destroying her so perfectly, she’d likely still be calling out his name in the morning.
The orgasm hit her square in the womb with all the strength of a hurricane, tearing through her with reckless freedom. Pleasure arrowed into every nerve, every cell, turning her rigid with the sheer bliss of release. Someone, far away, screamed with delight.
“Fucking take it, Ava,” Finn growled against her shoulder, his breath ragged. There was no stopping the perfect rhythm, the obsessive tempo they’d started. Even as the orgasm began to wane, he was right there fueling the next. Shoving her into its path, dangling her in front of it as it came at her with sharp teeth of pleasure and pain. It ripped into her, shredding her down to the soul.
Sobbing, she felt her sweaty hands slide down the door. Her arms and legs were trembling, tiring, and she was in no position to keep herself upright. She’d never tested her endurance this way, never had such rigorous and elating sex.
“Finn, I can’t…I can’t…”
It seemed like heaven and hell collided. It was the only way she could describe it. Finn’s thrusts grew sharp and shallow. She barely had the chance to catch a single, full breath before he drove deep on a roar, sending her overtaxed body into a third and final spiral of agonizing overindulgence.
The world splintered, her vision fractured. Highly sensitive, her body felt too vulnerable. Like the gentlest touch would set her aflame. Her breath heaved, her throat raw from exuberant cries. Beneath it all was the blessed, brilliant burn.
Finn extracted himself with the utmost care, sweeping her up into his arms before she gave into exhaustion and collapsed on the floor.