“I need you now.” He advances on me, and I back up a step. For a moment, indecision flickers in his gaze. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No, but your behavior isn’t normal for you.”
“It’s urgent that I be inside you now.” He sounds as if having sex with me is a matter of life and death.
“Then do it rather than waste time talking.”
That’s all the invitation he needs. He yanks my sweater over my head and tosses it aside. His stormy blue eyes focus on my heaving chest. He roughly takes a nipple in his mouth, and I moan with ferocious passion. He picks me up and carries me to the living room, where he unceremoniously deposits me over the arm of the couch. Next thing I know his clothes are in a pile on the floor. I hear the condom wrapper being opened. He pushes up my skirt with a sharp intake of breath.
“Fuck.” He speaks almost reverently. I don’t want reverence. I want down-and-dirty sex, as that’s what those blue eyes of his promised when he first entered my apartment.
I’m in a frenzy of uncontrolled passion completely at his mercy and enjoying every fucking minute of it. He enters me from behind, and I attempt to wiggle my ass to entice him. My reward is a guttural growl halfway between a man and a wolf. Drakos would make a great wolf.
My eyes roll back in my head as he begins to thrust inside me. Each thrust is harder and rougher than the next, and I’m loving it.
“Harder. Harder. Harder,” I shout at him, and he obliges. Any lucid thought escapes me. This is pure carnal pleasure, and I’m here for it.
We’re both so hot that we come pretty quickly. Me first, then Drakos shortly after. I shatter into a million tiny pieces that somehow get put back together again. There’re no words in any language that accurately describe how good I feel. Drakos collapses on top of me and wraps his arms around me. I feel his hot breath on my cheek. We’re both panting from the exertion and the intensity of our moment together.
I never want this to end. Or for us to end. Is it possible I’m falling for this man? But Noah, my muddled brain reminds me. It takes me a moment to register the meaning.
Yes, Noah. And Drakos and I need to discuss Noah. The time has come. Is it possible there’s a future for us? If so, Noah’s a huge part of any future involving me.
Does Drakos want something more? Last night I thought he did, but the anger radiating off him when he arrived tonight gives me doubt.
He stands but doesn’t retrieve his clothes, giving me a delectable view. I reposition my skirt and retrieve my sweater, pulling it over my head.
“Drakos, you are the hottest man I’ve ever been with.”
He eyes cloud for an instant before he tenses once again. Something is epically wrong, and I need to ask even if I’m afraid of the answer. A short while ago, I didn’t care what he personally thought of me. Now his opinion of me is vitally important.
I’ve never had such a fierce sexual experience. I’m not sure what to make of it, but I did give as good as I got. I enjoyed it, as evidenced by my intense orgasm, yet I’m also conflicted by how feral Drakos was.
“That was angry sex. What’re you upset about?”
He glares at me as if I should know what’s troubling him. I don’t.
“Drakos, what the fuck is your problem?”
“You don’t know?”
“I really don’t.”
“Why’d you keep him from me?”
I open my mouth but only sputter unintelligible words. I’m mortified, engulfed in fear, and baffled. I shake my head in denial. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“But you do.” His blue eyes blaze with renewed animosity. He stands a few feet from me, still flushed from sex, hands belligerently placed on his hips.
“No, I don’t.” My voice is shaky. In fact, my entire body trembles with fear. Not of Drakos, but of what he’s about to say.
“Noah. He’s my son. Why didn’t you tell me?” He lays it all out there, and his hurt and pain override the anger.
What right does he have to be hurt? He made his decision with absolute disregard to the little boy who’s spent his first six years without a father in his life.
Indignant outrage burns inside me. “Why should I tell you? You already gave up your rights.”
“I can’t fucking give up something I didn’t know about.”
