Free Dark Passion (The Dark Brother Series Book One) by Bec Botefuhr Page B

slides his tongue into my mouth to gently tease mine.
    “Jagger, I need you.”
    “Greedy, aren’t you?”
    “Yes,” I whimper.
    He grips his jeans and yanks them down, shuffling until he can kick them off. Then he positions himself over me, propping himself up on his elbows. His body is hot and hard against mine, and I can feel his aching cock against my entrance. He won’t push it in, and I thrust my hips up, begging for him to just fuck me. He smiles down at me, and the sight is truly breathtaking.
    “You look beautiful when you smile,” I whisper.
    He stops smiling and his gaze becomes intense again. He grips my thighs and forces my legs around him. Then he thrusts inside me so quickly and painfully I cry out and bite down onto his shoulder.
    “Ouch, fuck,” he growls.
    “You’re hurting me!” I cry.
    He stops, and puts his head into the crook of my neck and sighs.
    “If you don’t want this,” I whisper, hurt. “Then just stop.”
    “I want it.”
    “Then why did you hurt me?”
    He doesn’t answer; he just thrusts his hips and sends a shiver through me. I cling to him as he pulls back and does it again. His hard length slides in and out, caressing that spot until I’m building higher and higher, desperate for release. He doesn’t move his head from my shoulder, he just thrusts and thrusts with such desperation it hurts my heart.
    “Jagger, please, if you don’t…”
    He thrust harder, slamming into me with such force it hurts. I cry out and shove at his chest, but he doesn’t stop.
    “STOP!” I cry, feeling tears tumble down my cheeks.
    He comes to an abrupt halt and slumps down on top of me, not moving his face from my shoulder. I begin sobbing wildly, and I can feel him trembling. He finally lifts his head, and his eyes are wild and confused. He strokes my cheek, and begins whispering sorry and shhh. I cling to him, my body shaking slightly.
    “Baby, shhh, I’m sorry.”
    Why d id he call me baby? I’m not his baby. I’m nothing to him.
    “Shhh, come on.”
    I hiccup and whimper, burying my face into his neck. He moves to pull out of me, but the friction turns my sob into a moan. He stills, no doubt confused. He pushes back in and I groan again, so he slides back out. Soon, his pace is soft and gentle; bringing me to the edge and my crying is turned into a mass of hiccups and moans. He gently rocks his hips, letting off little moans of pleasure while he drives me to the edge.
    “Oh… God…” I scream as I shudder around him with my first orgasm.
    He grunts, and then I feel him pulsing inside me. His r elease is silent, aside from that one, pained grunt. When he stops moving, we both lay there, neither speaking. I know what he’s thinking, this situation is fucked up. It’s wrong in so many ways, hell, that sex was wrong. So why does it still feel so perfect to me? He rolls off finally, and lies beside me, not saying anything for long moments.
    “I should go,” I finally say.
    “No.”
    It comes out hard and gritty, which tells me he means it. So I don’t answer, I just continue laying and staring at the roof.
    “Jagger…what’ s going on here?”
    He doesn’t answer.
    “Jagger…”
    “ Nothing, nothing’s going on here.”
    I sit up quickly. “We’re doing that again are we? Fine, have it your way.”
    I roll to get off the bed, but he grips me and flattens me with his body. He crushes my chest down onto the bed and his body lies over mine. I can feel he’s hard against my bottom, again?
    “You know the moment in life, when everything you thought you were is suddenly wrong? The moment that changes everything? It changes who you are, who you believe you are and who you’re going to be. You’re that moment, Willow.”
    He whispers these words into my ear and my whole body gives way. I melt into the mattress, and into him. He doesn’t move his body off mine; instead, he pushes into me once more; his cock sliding into my wet heat and causing a whimper to escape. He