“I shouldn’t have let you, but I really needed something like that.”
“Sex with a stranger?”
“Sex with a savior,” I correct. “You have no idea what that meant to me.”
“It wasn’t too—rough?” He looks down at me, his eyes searching mine, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“No.”
“Seems like you enjoyed it.”
“It was perfect and amazing. I’m still tingling, and no, it wasn’t too rough.”
“Duly noted.” His arms tighten around me, holding me closer, his body a haven of safety and comfort. As we lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our private sanctuary.
He presses another kiss to the top of my head, his voice a soft rumble in his chest. “We should get some sleep,” he says, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”
“If you say so.” I roll over and stare deeply into his eyes. “You’re the one in charge.”
“Is that so?”
“I hope so.” How do I explain to this man, this stranger, how his natural dominance feeds a need deep within me? How do I explain it to myself when it’s brought so much pain?
Sleep proves elusive, however.
Each time one of us shifts, sparks reignite. His hands find me in the darkness, claiming me again with the same desperate need. He covers me with his body, pinning my wrists above my head. The position makes me feel deliciously vulnerable and completely at his mercy. His other hand traces down my side, grip possessive.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, voice rough with desire. His eyes search mine, gauging my reaction. “Being restrained? At my mercy?” His eyes, fierce and hungry, lock onto mine, gauging my reaction.
“Not going to lie.” What other answer can I give him when he’s tapping into my deepest fantasies?
I’m trapped, helpless, at his mercy. A thrill of pleasure and fear courses through me, but there’s no trace of the old terror I used to feel with Steffan.
I let out a shuddering breath, unable to speak, but my body arches into his touch, betraying my need. He leans down, his mouth next to my ear, his voice a low rumble.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Take my time. Make you scream. Make you beg.” His grip tightens on my wrists as he claims my mouth in a bruising kiss.
His hand leaves my wrists, trailing down my side, gripping my hip with bruising force. I keep my hands over my head, locked where he left them. He shifts, settling between my thighs, his hardness pressing insistently against me. His gaze locks onto mine, dominant and possessive.
His hand slides up to my throat, wrapping around it gently, a promise of control.
“Is that too much?”
I arch into his touch, begging for him to tighten his grip.
“Fuck, look at what you do to me. You bring out the beast within me.”
I whimper, a sound caught between pleasure and protest,but my body betrays me, my hips lifting to grind against his. He smirks, a satisfied and dangerous expression.
“Youreallylike that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his hand tightening slightly around my throat. “Yeah, you love that.”
I can’t speak, can’t even nod, but my eyes flutter closed, my body quivering with need. He leans down, capturing my mouth in a brutal kiss, his teeth nipping at my lips.
“That’s what I thought,” he growls against my mouth.
Suddenly, he flips me onto my stomach, his strong hands gripping my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. He presses one hand firmly between my shoulder blades, pushing me into the mattress, forcing me to arch my back, presenting myself to him completely.
My breath hitches, and I push back against him, silently begging for more.
