“Take off your clothes,” he growled. Willow started to feel genuine fear now. This was how it would be with him. This is how he’d want her if she stayed with him. In his service to do whatever he wanted.

“No,” she said in a strong voice. He started towards her and she squealed as she scooted faster, but then a hand caught her ankle and with one hard tug, he brought her back to him.

Where had all the air gone? And why couldn’t she stop staring at the hard shape of muscles from his neck down. He was so beautiful. Not bulky like a weightlifter but not skinny either, somewhere in between with muscles as hard as his... Willow slammed her eyes shut and kicked his hand off her ankle.

“Take off your clothes,” he said between punctuated pauses. She met his eyes and glared.

“No. Fucking. Way.” His eyes twitched.

“One of those words is something that’s gonna happen here.” It took a moment for that to click in her mind but then he grabbed the collar of her t-shirt and tore it down the middle.

She sputtered and slapped his hands away as her bare breasts met the warm air of the gym. He started tugging at her jacket and the remains of her now trashed shirt.

“Will you stop that,” she said, fighting with him to keep the material on. She cursed as his strength won and soon she lay below him in only her jeans. His eyes fell to her belly button and then lower; the hard mass of his cock bobbed and Willow squeezed her eyes shut to keep from looking at it.

His hands relentlessly grabbed her jeans and slid them down her legs; he tore off her boots in the next second. Willow took the chance and kicked him solidly in the chest. Not giving him a chance to recuperate, she quickly turned around and scrambled away.

Challenge stirred inside her like a chaotic drug as she got enough distance away to stand. But she didn’t make it because hard hands latched onto her hips and pulled her back against him. The hard length of his cock slid between her legs, teasing her hunger like a hot meal.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, ashamed at how wet she was. Afraid that’d he’d rub his cock against her and learn it for himself.

“I’m showing you just how much you like it when I take control, sica tawicue.”

He fisted her hair in his hand, wrapping the long strands around his fist and pulled back until her neck arched and sparks of pleasure shot from her head to her toes.

“I’m going to show you how good things can be between us, mate.” Willow struggled to breath; she’d never known that slight pressure at her head could make her feel so amazing. Her nipples hardened into painful points and her hips naturally arched to push herself back against him. Oh, God.

“What are you doing to me?”

His free hand palmed one breast, then the other, leaving no inch of her untouched from his hot, scratchy hand. He plumped her, squeezed her. When she nearly couldn’t stand it anymore he pinched each nipple hard. Willow moaned, her body jerking in his hold. The hand in her hair kept her feeling suspended, unable to move, completely in his control. She couldn’t bring herself to care anymore, all thoughts of protest completely vanquished with that one, simple touch.

His hand trailed down her stomach, cupped the slender curve of her belly, then finally touched the wet sex that begged for him. She heard his breathing deepen, felt his cock twitch against her inner thigh as his fingers stroked through her wet lips.

A deep rumbling sound came from him, somewhere between a growl and a purr. His finger teased over her clit and her own needy sound came out.

“Very good,” he said, his voice like gravel.

Willow couldn’t speak. Her throat and tongue felt dry like the desert. All that mattered was her body, his next touch. His finger pressed against her opening, neither pushing in nor retreating. He merely rubbed circles there, blatantly feeling her cream from her excitement. When he slowly started to push his finger inside she lost it.

“Just do it already!”

His finger stopped moving. The hand in her hair tugged and she moaned as the strands pulled gently. But luckily, he did remove his finger and then he pressed his cock against her slit. Willow moaned and backed into him.

The fist with her hair tugged—a reprimand. So she stayed still as he worked himself inside. He took his time entering her, spreading her and pushing her nerves until all felt was ecstasy. When he finally filled her his free hand scoured over her body, touching everything. He trailed a hand down her spine until chills erupted over her; he cupped her bottom then squeezed the flesh as he tugged on her hair.

It was like two polarized pleasures taking place at once, all the while his cock just sat inside her, filling her up. He was teasing her now, she thought angrily. Fuck that.

Careful of the hand holding her hair, Willow rocked her hips back and forth until she created a rhythm that thrust him in and out of her. Moans broke from her dried lips. Her toes curled and the thrusts hit her perfectly—deep and hard.

His hands curled around her shoulder, fingers gently caressing her, and then his voice came over her. “Do you see how much you like it, Willow? Don’t you see how your body loves the way I make it feel?”

Willow bared her teeth and ignored him. He wasn’t going to goad her now, not when she was a few minutes away from bursting apart by the seams.

“Feel how I control you, Willow.” He tugged her hair and clamped his hand on her shoulder to hold her in place. Then his voice was at her ear, a whisper.

“Feel how wild you make me, how I’m never really in control because of you.”

Willow blinked quickly, struggling to understand his meaning. Then he started moving. There was nothing gentle about it. He pounded against her with hard, savage thrusts until only the sound of slapping flesh and moans echoed in the room.

Willow gasped trying to breathe. She couldn’t move. His simple touches kept her locked in place for him...and he was right. She could feel it now. When he saw her like this, when he took her like this, he lost control. She had the power; it soared through her veins like boiling lava, it roared through her mind like a scream.

“Willow,” he groaned.

He switched his grip, pulling her hair straight back until her neck arched. He reached down and rubbed her clit. It was no teasing a touch, but a touch with hard, driving purpose. His cock worked through her wet, tight flesh, and then she was gone.

Her scream drowned out the moans and pounding of flesh. Chills broke out over her body as her breath froze in her lungs. Endless moments of silence surrounded her like a cloud as her body jerked and shivered around him.

She slowly came back to earth and heard him talking, heard his words of encouragement, heard the raw pleasure in his voice as his hand moved to cup the back of her neck. The hand in her hair gentled for a moment and he slowed his thrusts as her body’s fresh waves of cream coated his cock like wet satin.

He groaned and lazily filled her in and out. “That’s my Willow.”

“Oh, God.”

His hands curved around her shoulders, holding her, and then he started taking her. His breaths quickened as he worked himself in and out of her tight muscles. Willow reveled in it. She did this to him, made him feel like this. She didn’t even mind the hands holding her still for him.

She could feel the pressure rising inside him as his thrusts grew harder, faster. His hips made a steady slapping rhythm against her ass and Willow panted as a fresh orgasm built inside her.

“All you need is my cock to relax you, Willow.”

Willow opened her mouth to say something but then his hand reached beneath her to pet her wet sex; he coated his fingers in her cream and then she tensed. His finger teased her unused opening.

“Lyonis,” she choked. The sensation was incredible. It felt as though she had an entire area of pleasure that she’d never, ever felt before. He circled and stroked her there, his touch light, unlike the hard hammering stroking inside her.