His mouth finds my breast, and I gasp as his teeth graze my nipple. My back arches off the bed, my body begging for more. He knows exactly how to make me come undone, and he uses that knowledge with ruthless precision.
“Donovan, please,” I pant, fisting my hands in his hair. It’s rare I use his real name—but when I do, he knows I’m either completely undone or seriously pissed.
He lifts his head, eyes black with desire. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You. All of you. Now.”
He groans, resting his forehead against mine. “I love it when you’re bossy.”
His hands fumble with his belt, and I help shove his jeans down. When he’s finally naked above me, I pull him down into another kiss. This one is slow, deep, packed with everything we don’t say out loud.
He enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust—but I’m already ready for him. I’ve been ready since the moment he dropped to his knees downstairs. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. We both groan at the contact.
“Fuck, Dani,” he breathes against my ear. “You feel so damn good. So perfect.”
He starts to move—slow and steady, like he’s memorizing every second. But I need more. I need the wild, relentless side of him. The part that claimed me from day one.
“Harder,” I whisper, nipping at his earlobe. “Don’t be gentle with me.”
His restraint snaps.
One hand tangles in my hair, gripping tight enough to make me gasp, while the other wraps around my throat. He’s not choking me—just holding me. Owning me.
“This what you want?” he growls, his thrusts turning punishing. “Want me to fuck you like I own you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “God, yes.”
He pulls my hair tighter, tilting my head to expose my throat. His mouth latches onto the sensitive skin, sucking, biting. The pressure of his hand around my throat makes stars dance behind my eyelids.
This is what I’ve missed.
This raw, primal side of him. The part that makes me feel alive in ways I can’t explain. He’s claiming me, branding me—making sure I know exactly who I belong to.
“Tell me you love me,” he demands, voice thick with need and something deeper.
“I love you,” I pant, matching him thrust for thrust. “I love you so much, Devil.”
“Again.”
“I love you. I’m yours. Always yours.”
He captures my mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing my cries as he drives deeper, faster. My orgasm builds like a storm—tight, hot, inevitable.
“Devil!” I cry out as it crashes through me, stealing my breath.
He follows me over, burying his face in my neck, his body shuddering as he lets go.
For a long moment, we just lie there, tangled and breathless, our hearts thundering in sync.
When he finally lifts his head, something in his expression makes my chest clench. Something that looks a lot like goodbye.
“What is it?” I whisper, brushing the hair from his forehead. “You’ve been acting strange. Even before tonight.”
He’s silent so long, I think he won’t answer. Then he rolls onto his back and pulls me against his chest.
“Just promise me something, Dani.”
“What?”
