“Sy?” I gasp out a breath when he doesn’t say anything.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, Holly, and I know I said we would take things slowly, but I can't handle slow right now. I need to fuck that smile out of my head and give you a new one. One that only I have put there.” He pulls back his hands, going to his boxers, pushing them down his legs and taking his thick length in his hand.

“Okay,” I agree, not sure I would be able to deny him. “Condom,” I add, needing that protection.

“I'm clean,” he says, watching me, still lazily stroking his hardness. Oh, God, what is it with a man pleasuring himself?

“Condom, Sy,” I repeat, not letting myself make that mistake again. He holds my gaze for a moment longer before reaching next to his bed and retrieving a condom. Taking himself in his hand again, he strokes it a few times before tearing the condom wrapper apart and sliding it over his angry cock. The veins throb before my eyes and I hold back my panic. I’m about to have him inside of me. Oh, God; Sy inside of me, connecting with me. I know he needs this, because I made him need it this way right now, but if we are going to do it, I need something from him.

“Wait,” I rush out, halting what I know is going to be a brutal attack.

“Fuck, Holly,” he groans, thinking I’m stopping it again.

“No, I want to see you,” I whisper, unsure what I’m asking. “Please?” I don’t hold back my plea and wait for him to knock me back. We never had the intimacy the first time. If this is going to be the start of something new, something real, I need something more. He pulls back, slowly and deliberately and for a second I think I’ve ruined our moment. Instead, his hand goes to the back of his shirt and rips it over his head. I hold in my gasp as I take in every inch of his chest and arms that are decorated in ink. I know I’ve seen some of him that morning after Kadence’s party and the morning at the gym when he ripped his shirt off in anger, but I was too caught up in the moment to really see him. Now, laying under him, I see the art adorning his skin in a different light. He's so fucking beautiful.

“You’re covered,” I reach out, touching the colorful artwork etched into his body.

“Yeah,” he responds, taking my hand in his to stop me from touching him.

“Is this okay?” I ask, feeling like his comfort level just dropped. Does he not want me to touch him?

“Yeah, just you touching me isn’t helping my control,” he says, and before I know it, he’s sliding my panties aside and filling me with his thick length.

“Sy,” I moan as he stretches me slowly.

“This is the only gentle you’re gonna feel, baby. So hold onto the headboard, don’t let go and whatever you do, don’t stop looking at me,” he demands, the power behind his words making me clench at the anticipation of what is about to happen.

“Fuck, Holly. Don’t fucking grip my cock like that again, or this will be over before you know it,” he says, and then slides into me over and over again. It takes less than a minute before he has me building. The impending wave of total submission comes rolling through me and I have no option but to ride it. The power and the dominance all pushing me into the deep end of what I can only describe as a mind blowing orgasm.

“Holly.” The deep rumble of his voice jolts me back into reality. “Look at me,” he demands, and my eyes spring open. I didn’t realize my eyes had closed. The colors behind my eyelids were playing out a euphoric dance before me. “That’s it, sweetheart. You wanted this, didn't you, baby?” he growls, slamming into me and making me clench. “Fuck, Holly,” he groans, losing himself in the sensation for a moment and my heart sings that I have the power to make this man come undone. “You're not gonna come yet, Holly. Only when I tell you, and when I do, you're gonna squeeze that tight cunt of yours for me and come all over my cock. Do you understand me?” He continues to fuck me verbally with his filthy words. “Tell me, baby, tell me how much you want it.”

My reply comes instantly, begging him to fuck me. “I want it so bad, Sy,” I moan, ready to explode.

“You want me to make you work for it?” he asks, still slamming into me at a brutal pace.

“Don't make me work for it,” I plead, my head thrashing side to side. The last thing I want to do is beg, but I will if I have to.

“Say please,” he demands.

“Please, please, please,” I beg, not caring if anyone in the clubhouse can hear us. I'm so close, my mind has checked out, leaving my body anticipating the pleasure I know he will deliver.

“That's it, baby. Come, now.” His thumb finds my clit and he rolls the bundle of nerves like a pro, throwing me over the edge headfirst.

“FFFUUCCK!” I scream my release before his mouth silences me, drinking in my verbal approval. Every nerve in my body is frantic, the pleasure now becoming my pain as the explosion rips through me. He drags out his orgasm, holding on for a moment longer before biting down on my lip, following me over and releasing himself. The intensity of the rumble that leaves his throat makes me hot all over again.

“Fuck. I'll never get tired of your heat, baby,” he moans, slowing his movements.

His vocal performance was more desperate than the first time we had sex; it almost shocks me. There is nothing sexier than a man who likes to express himself and Sy expressing himself was just… “Wow,” I say after a moment of heavy breathing. He looks down at me and at my smile, and returns it with his own.