When I break the other strap, Dove moans and I get a giddy feeling in my gut. She’s perfect.
My fingers glide down her arm until I feel what I’m looking for. It’s about an inch and a half long and unmistakable. She freezes as she looks up at me, her blue eyes round and wide.
“It’s my birth control implant,” she admits, as if I don’t already know. “Everyone is required to have one at Second Circle.”
I nod slowly, “It’s for everyone’s protection.”
Dove stiffens underneath me, her eyes turning wary as she looks at me. “I was just tested last week. Today is my first day back since the appointment because I was cleared,” she whispers the words as if they’re shameful.
They’re not.
We’re very strict when it comes to medical check-ups and testing. We have to be. The last thing we need is some sexually transmitted problem sweeping through the place. Talk about a fucking disaster.
That’s why when it’s time for anyone to be tested, they take a few days off while results are coming in. It saves everyone a headache if something does come up.
Instead of reassuring my woman with words, I use my body. I take her mouth in another hard kiss, rolling us until she’s straddling my lap and then moving us until my back is against the headboard. Her mouth is pure fucking temptation.
She’s the only woman I’m going to kiss for the rest of my life and I’m more than okay with it. It’s not easy, but I manage to tear my mouth away from hers. While her hips are grinding down on my hard cock, I sit back and watch the fabric of her lingerie slip down the curves of her body with each movement.
It’s sexy as fuck, a striptease she has no idea she’s torturing me with. When I can’t take it any longer, I grip the cups of the delicate fabric and tear it off her body. Dove’s mouth opens and closes a few times, but she doesn’t say anything.
Fuck, I want to look at her. I want to take her in. I force myself to keep my eyes locked with hers.
When her fingers run through my hair, I shudder at the contact. “You’ve been a good boy. You’ve shown me respect and that you see me as more than a body to be used.” Her lips curl into a smile, which is the kind of seduction that feels like silk against your skin. “You can look.”
Allowing myself to take her in completely, because she’s given me permission instead of it being something I take from her like so many others have, is a gift. One I eagerly pilfer.
“Stunning,” I grunt as one of my hands comes up to cup her tit.
When my thumb brushes across her nipple, which tightens and hardens at the contact, she arches her back and allows her head to fall back onto her shoulders as her eyes slide closed. The way she responds to my touch has my cock twitching in my boxers.
“I can feel how hot your pussy is, even with fabric between us.” I growl the words, my praise washing over her, “That’s it. Use me,la mia pace. I can’t wait until I’m buried inside of you. I know it’s going to be like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.” When she looks into my eyes, there’s something hopeful there I want to live up to. “Are you wet for me?”
“Maybe you should find out yourself.”
“I’m not the kind of man you challenge,” I remind her.
Instead of saying a damn thing she grinds down harder on my cock. I love watching her chase her pleasure and using me to do it. I reach into the bedside drawer, easily gripping what I’m after. She lost in the sensations rolling through her body and doesn’t notice.
Her head snaps back down, her eyes curious when I grab her arm. My grip isn’t punishing, but it is firm.
“I’m sorry, Dove.”
Her eyebrows pull together, but I’m already moving. I slice right alongside the implant in her arm, slipping it out with an ease that almost surprises me. But if it’s a little luck working on my side, I’ll take it.
“What the fuck, Angelo?”
Dove rears back from me as she finds her voice pretty fucking quickly. But I don’t let her get far. I hook an arm around her waist, the small blade I used falling to the floor as I drop it. My other hand grips right where her neck and shoulder meet.
The glare she gives me would be intimidating if she didn’t look so fucking adorable. Self-preservation has me keeping that to myself. For now.
“You know,” my voice is husky with a note of disbelief, “when I heard about how Kirill Volkov cut the implant out of the woman he shares with his brother and the other two men in his inner circle, I thought he had lost his fucking mind.” I smirk as I look at Dove and haul her until she’s right back where she should be—her hot pussy on top of my dick and her tits pillowing against my chest. “I get it now.”
She eyes me. “Are you planning on passing me around too?”
The growl that comes out of me is feral as fuck. Dove’s eyes go wide when I roll us, and she’s trapped underneath me. Again.
“You’re mine,” I grit out the words, our mouths close but not quite touching. “From this moment on, I’ll be the only man who knows your pleasure. I’ll be the only man riding that edge withyou until you can’t help but fall apart. In my arms. Because of my touch. Because I demand it.”
