Eden's head came up with a gasp. Suddenly, the room was upside down. One moment, she was in control, the architect of his pleasure. The next, she was on her back, the cool comforter a shock against her fevered skin. Liam had moved with a speed and force that stole her breath. He was on her, in her, before she could even register the change. His hands pinned her shoulders to the mattress, his weight a delicious, crushing anchor that shackled her to his bed.
The gentle lover was gone. In his place was a man possessed. He thrust into her, hard and deep, as if this were his last chance to prove to her that he was perfectly capable of pleasuring her with nothing but penetration. The headboard slammed against the wall with a wild, reckless pace that mirrored the desperate force of his movements. It was almost too much. The pleasure was so intense, it bordered on pain. He was using her body, taking what he needed with a raw, unrestrained hunger that was simply... exhilarating.
She was a vessel. A thing to be fucked. And wasn't it incredible?
A heady, empowering surge coursed through her. This was her doing. She had reduced him to this. Eden had unmade the sophisticated, controlled man and unleashed this beast.That's right, slut, you brought this out of him.
She met his ferocity with her own, her nails digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. She wasn't just withstanding it. She was thriving in it. This was her power. As long as she could breathe and take his force, she would give it all right back.
“You like that?” he growled, his words a hot, ragged breath in his pillow.
“I love it,” she gasped. “Don't stop, Liam. Fuck me like you mean it.”
His response was a sound of victory as he drove into her, again and again, pushing them both toward the precipice. He was completely lost, and she was the one who had led him there.
Liam's movements became less rhythmic, more erratic, a frantic dance of need. The air crackled with the raw energy of it, the room filling with the sound of ragged breaths and the symphony of their bodies meeting in a rhythm as old as time.
This was her element. This was where she shone. Not in the quiet moments of conversation, not in the polite exchanges ofdaily life, but here, in the heat of the moment, where she could reduce a man to his most basic instincts. She was a goddess of lust, a siren of desire, and he was her willing devotee, lost in the throes of a pleasure so intense it was a kind of madness.And he's not the only one. It was a damn good thing that Liam and Benson had locked her down for the foreseeable future, because what other fury could she unleash upon the world? Her pussy alone had sent these men over the edge plenty of times in just one week.
Her hips rose to meet each powerful thrust.Do it to me.
His name was a mantra of desire that she chanted with each breath. “Liam... Liam... Liam!” He was at her mercy. And in that moment, as he stood at the edge of oblivion, Eden felt a surge of power so intoxicating it was dizzying. She was the one in control, the one who held his pleasure in the palm of her hand. She was the one who would decide when he fell.
And she wanted to see him fall.
“Take me...” Next time, her voice was louder. “Do it!”
That was all it took. The dam broke.
Liam shuddered against her, a long, drawn-out groan escaping his lips as he climaxed inside of her. His body went limp, a dead weight on top of her, but she didn't mind. She held him close, her arms wrapped around his trembling form. She reveled in how hard he breathed and how much he sweated against her. She had done this. She had brought him to this. And as she lay there, basking in the aftermath of their shared passion, she knew, with the certainty that settled deep in her bones, that this was where she was meant to be. This was her calling. This was her power.
Making men like them fall at her feet and call herlove.
Chapter 10
Benson
Chapter 10
Benson
It had been much too long since Benson dated someone who made him excited to get off work and simply… chat. Of course, he greatly liked theotheractivities, too, but he and Eden could not always be in the same room together. Sometimes, what he had to look forward to was texting while he ate dinner alone in his apartment or talking on the phone while he lounged in the bath. More than once, that bathtime chat turned into something hot enough for a shower.
But they met up over the next couple of weeks, too. Over the course of three more in-person dates, they went out for dinner and drinks, took in a stage play from the community theater, and spent an evening holed up in homebody Benson’s place, where he relived some of his greatest memories of having someone tocuddle on his couch before they went into his bedroom to revel in each other for hours.
As much as he loved sex – let alone withEden,who was seemingly built for his body – he loved the chats and the silent cuddling just as much. He loved warming a bath for her and cooking her breakfast at nine the following morning on a sleepy Sunday. And helovedtaking her to restaurants that had long been out of her price range, but she had always wanted to try.
Getting to know about Eden Hailstone, a woman from Northern California, was as rewarding as making her scream his name as he made love to her for the umpteenth time. Benson wanted to know everything about her, from what her family was like, how college treated her, and what kind of business she would open if money weren’t an object. For while she had gone to a competitor for her financial advice, that didn’t stop Benson from giving her off-the-record advice based on what he knew about her.She’s good with money. To a fault.Young and naïve about investments, but willing to learn. She was a dream client for his firm, but their relationship meant it could never be on the books.
Because, yes, it was hard to hide that they were dating from his business partners. Oliver Perkins and Desmond Lark were both older than Benson, but that didn’t stop them from being intrigued by the beautiful young brunette gracing their lobby while she waited for her boyfriend to get off the clock. Desmond teased him while Oliver warned him not to get in over his head with a young “thing” like Eden. He assured the latter that he wasn’t looking to get hitched in Atlantic City anytime soon.
Although marriage was always on the mind of a man who liked the idea of settling down with someone. He had always been that kind of man.
He had to be careful, though. No, he had no intention of eloping anytime in the next couple of years, let alone with awoman twenty years his junior, but he wanted to know how serious he and Eden might get before he got his hopes up. For one thing, how set was she on having more children? Because Benson was not interested in raising more kids. (As it turned out, Eden was on the fence, leaning toward no.) Where did she see herself living in about fifteen years, when Benson might retire and leave the city?Might even leave the country at this rate.
But there were other compatibility issues to consider. For one thing, he was very aware of the other man she dated. Eden made it clear that she didn’t expect monogamy from either of them for now, but Benson was only interested in her. His kinks and being too tired to court jealousy meant he didn’t think much about his girlfriend being out with another man a couple of times a week – and, indeed, he had a feeling that the one time she turned him down for a last-minute date was because she was out with the other guy – but there would come a time whenhe’dwant to close their circuit. At first, Benson considered waiting for her to lose interest in the other guy. But if that moment didn’t come…
“He wants to meet you,” she said on his couch one night.