Seeing him this close to losing control had my clit beating, my pussy tensing and my heart pounding. I wanted him wild.
I wanted him dangerous.
He smeared his knuckles across my mouth again, fingers trembling. Then he gripped the back of my neck, guiding me down, forcing me to my knees.
I didn’t resist.
His jeans hit the floor, and I took him in my mouth, blood still fresh around his throat, dripping in slow lines down to his collarbone. Seeing the blood dripping had me groaning, wrapping my lips around his cock and taking him deep into my mouth, holding him at the back of my throat. I could feel tearsburning my eyes as he pushed my head down further, but I welcomed it.
My throat contracted around his cock, and as I pulled away, I locked eyes with him, my tongue licking the lip.
He didn’t moan—he groaned, low and guttural, his hands shaking in my hair.
“Fuck, Rachel—keep looking at me.”
I did. Eyes locked with his as he fucked my mouth like he was trying to erase the rage, erase the guilt, drown himself in the one thing that still made sense.
Me.
His hips rocked against my mouth relentlessly, and I placed my hands on his thighs, giving him complete control. The noises he was making drove me wild, just as I knew hearing me choke, gag and gasp for breath was driving him wild.
Saliva dripped down my chin, the tears freely flowing, and I loved every second of it. Feeling his cock pulse in my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the silken length of him… God, I had fucking missed this.
I pulled back, saliva and blood smeared on my chin, mascara running down my cheeks, and my breath coming in ragged gasps.
We stared at each other for a moment, each of us covered in the other’s blood, and something within us just seemed to snap.
He grabbed my elbow and pulled me to my feet, hauling me into his arms. I locked my ankles at the base of his back and held on tight, kissing him deeply as he walked us over to the bed.
He lowered us onto it, and we quickly shed our clothes, revelling in being naked together. This time, he didn’t turn away from me, he didn’t sit at the side of me, he covered my naked body with his own, his weight delicious and all-consuming above me.
He looked down at me and wiped the hair out of my eyes before he kissed me. We were no longer frantic, we were no longer frenzied.
We were inevitable.
Contract or no contract, we both knew we had reached the end of the games.
“Are we doing this?” I whispered. “Please don’t make me do this alone.”
“Not tonight,” he promised. His head came to my neck, kissing and licking his way up to my ear. “Tonight, you’re mine. Completely mine.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in close. I could feel his cock pressed against my pussy, and I pushed my hips up, bringing me closer, grinding against him.
His mouth lowered to my nipples, taking his time with me, driving me to distraction as he lathered them, circling them with his tongue.
“Dante,” I breathed, arching my back, offering my tits to him. He pulled back and blew cold air across my nipples, making me suck in a sharp breath of air. I thrust my hips up again in a silent demand, making him chuckle.
He reached between us and positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy.
“Please,” I begged, completely unashamed, needing him in a way I had never felt before.
“I know, baby. I know,” he murmured, before he thrust his cock inside me with one hard push, filling me completely, from base to tip.
We both sighed in relief, neither of us moving, each of us content to finally,finally, have what we were so desperately looking for.
When he finally started to move, it was a pleasure I had never felt. My legs fell away from his waist and my knees dropped, my entire body relaxing into the sensation.
But I also knew I was a fool to read too much into this. Desire and passion did not equal love. I wasn’t expecting anything from this.
