The deep, ragged, possessive voice I love so much growls into my mouth, “Not anymore.”
I’m throwing her over my shoulder before she even registers that the ground beneath her feet has vanished.
Smacking her ass,hard, I feel the reverberation through her leggings against my palm.
“Hey! Let me go!” she shouts, trying to wiggle free, but she has no chance of escaping me now.
It’s far too late for that.
I smack her ass again, palming and massaging the tenderness away as I carry her up the stairs with ease toward my bedroom. “You made your bed. Now you can come in it.”
That doesn’t warrant any protest from the queen of the brats as I enter the room, flicking the light on withmy free hand.
Shifting her weight into my arms, I toss her into the air, and she soars toward the bed, bouncing on the mattress as she lands, a big smile on her blushing face.
Propping herself up on her hands behind her, she leans back, looking up at me with a filthy gleam in her eyes.
A smirk tugs at her lips, and I can’t help but chuckle.
She’s just as bad as I am.
Maybe even worse.
My cock throbs as I take in the sight of her. Waiting. Eager. Inmybed.
It’s all I’ll ever need.Her, just like this.
“I’m pretty sure it’s your turn for a fantasy,” she murmurs, adjusting her hips.
“Really?” I drag the word out, slowly closing the distance to the end of the bed, until my shins and knees are flush against the edge.
She nods, biting down on her smile—one of the sexiest fucking things she does. A small action that never fails to drive me insane, no matter how many times she does it.
Hooking my finger, I beckon her toward me, and she eagerly obeys, crawling on her knees until only inches remain between us.
“I know exactly what fantasy I want to enact right now,” I murmur, wrapping my hands around the swell of her hips, pulling her closer to me as I lower my head, smelling her sweet perfume.
“What’s that?” she whispers, her eyes hooded, pupils blown.
I can’t contain the smile growing on my face, taking over as time slows around us. Every moment of the past few months has led up to this exact second, when she finally accepts me for me.
Lifting one hand, I cup her jaw, tilting her head up. She parts her lips as I lean in. Tenderly, gently, I skim mine over hers, soaking up every second and dragging our kiss out as long as possible.
She holds her inhale as I softly seal our kiss. When I claim her lips once more, my brow furrows as uncontrollable emotion blooms in my chest, stretching out to every nerve in my entire body.
Gradually, as if the seconds tick by like minutes, I devour her, breathing her in as we melt into one another. Strength and control intertwine together in a beautiful display of passion.
We don’t fight one another for control; we’re both lost in the sensations, the caresses, and our wandering hands. Our unspoken love and possession are confessed in every deepening kiss.
I fist her hair at the nape of her neck, and she whimpers, the breathy sound driving me mad.
But I don’t want this to be rough, fast, and feral.
I want to take my time, savor every heartbeat in her chest, which quickens just for me.
Our chemistry united us, but that’s not where our relationship begins and ends. If she still doubts my feelings for her, she won’t by the end of the night.
We steal the breath from each other’s lungs, and the world around us fades away.
