Free Naked & Unleashed by Emily Ryan-Davis Page B

strength. She reared up on her hands and managed to dislodge the hand he held on her head. He cursed quietly and lunged, hooking his forearm around her neck. While she panted, frantic for air, he drew his fingernails up her stomach, under her camisole and over her left breast.
    “Good girl. This is nice,” he murmured, twisting and pinching the nipple until she yelped in pain. “You all terrified and turned-on. Are you ashamed that your pussy’s wet?”
    Callista squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back, trying to relieve the pressure on her throat. The motion shoved her ass harder against him and drove his cock between her thighs. He didn’t enter her but he did slide up along her slick folds. His broad head butted against her clit and a tide of pleasure lapped at her nerve center.
    Mortified, she moaned, “Please.”
    “Please what? Please stop? Please fuck me?”
    “Oh God.”
    “That’s not an answer.” He loosened his hold on her neck only to push her down and flip her onto her back. Callista stared at the big shape looming above her and whimpered when he slid his arms beneath her thighs. He crowded closer, pressing her knees against her body and spreading them to make room for his chest. “Please what?”
    “Mikal.” But she wasn’t sure. Seeking proof, she reached to touch his face. Hard planes, the sandpaper scrape of stubble, thick sloping brows…but no piercings.
    “No,” he said, giving voice to her findings and pushing her for more. “ Please what ?”
    “Don’t do this.” But deep muscles contracted and said do this .
    He pulled her hands away from his face and pinned her wrists to the bed at either side of her shoulders. Long, silky hair fell across her breasts.
    “Callista.” He breathed the syllables at the corner of her mouth and moved against her. The head of his cock lodged at her entrance, pressure without penetration. No condom. Nothing at all to protect her from what he was going to do.
    His lips coasted along her jaw to her ear, where he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
    She swallowed past a huge, horrible lump in her throat. “I know.”
    “Tell me no again.” He licked the shell of her ear, the caress wet and soft, but also hard as a piece of steel jewelry slid along the delicate rim.
    That piercing could belong to anybody. Anybody in the world. But Callista turned her face into his neck and dragged his scent into her lungs and took the chance. “I don’t want to.”
    He drew a deep breath and paused as if he wanted to say something else, but a beat later he plunged hard and deep. And then he did it again, driving into her over and over. She gasped in startled pain as he forced her to accommodate his size without any preparation and then groaned with the ecstasy of pain becoming something more. His teeth found her shoulder and he bit down in time with another bone-jarring thrust. Callista strained against him, needing contact, but he didn’t give, only held her immobile against the mattress, helpless and powerless.
    She reached her peak quickly, too fast, the physical sensations sped along by the friction of his pelvis pounding against her clit. She struggled for breath and some measure of control over her own body but he took those things from her too when he covered her lips and lowered all his weight on top of her. As she came, she groaned into his mouth and felt tears slide from the corners of her eyes into her hair. He climaxed with her, his thighs tight against her ass and his come hot against her inner walls.
    They were both trembling when he started to kiss her—a real kiss, gentle and sweet. He licked at the seam of her lips until she opened for him and coaxed her tongue to meet his. Thinking took too much energy but Callista clung to the comfort of his piercing, playing with the small steel ball while he loosened his hold on her wrists and stroked feeling back into her arms.
    Eventually he lifted his head and lowered her legs, careful with the