He’s kryptonite to my intentions.
The exception to all my self-imposed rules.
The one to have stolen my heart and the man who I willingly give my body.
My hands slide up the tiled wall, stretching my body and allowing Denham to push harder against me. His hips rock gently, his length sliding between my legs and eliciting a groan from deep in his chest.
I’m desperate for more friction.
I’m needy for him to be inside me.
I want him to claim me, make me his, tell me he’s mine.
He presses against my entrance, holding still, teasing me. I try to push my hips back into him, but he stays at just the right distance to continue to tease me.
“Please …” I whimper.
“What do you want, Ari? Tell me…”
“I want you … only you … inside me … please …”
“You’re mine, Arianna, understand?”
“Yes …”
“Mine to touch, mine to protect, mine to love…” He enters me on his last word, sealing it into my mind, associating the word that terrifies me so much with a feeling so exhilarating.
His hands slide upwards across my belly, continuing until he reaches my breasts. His grip tightens with every thrust and itsends waves of pleasure bouncing over my entire body. I start to think I’m becoming delirious. My breaths falter unevenly, ragged as desire mixed with the heady feeling of letting him love me rushes through my body.
One hand leaves my breasts and touches between my legs. I jolt as the sensation is electrifying. He moves in circles, massaging me with the same rhythm as his thrusts, and I feel the tension start to build in my stomach. I clutch at the slippery wall for stability as my body moves in time with his.
“I feel you, Arianna, pulling me in. You want me?” he rasps, his heaving breaths taking over his voice.
“Yes, I want you.”
“I’m yours, Ari, all yours,” he grates out before clamping his teeth firmly on my neck and sucking the same spot. It sends the jolt that, along with his words, pushes me over the edge. His release comes fast, too. Our bodies in harmony and our minds making a connection far deeper than before. The pleasure is pure and explosive. Our bodies have spoken the words that my mouth was unable to do and I sigh with a pleasant exhaustion.
My hands are still braced against the wall when Denham withdraws from me, my legs quivering. I feel weak without him there to hold me up, but he’s back in a flash, wrapping me in a robe and lifting me onto the countertop in front of the mirror, drying my hair gently with a towel.
“Are you warmer now?” he asks seriously.
I giggle. “Yes.”
“What’s so funny?”
I pull him closer to me and kiss his nose. “Will you warm me up that way every time I’m cold?”
“Every time you so much as shiver, I will be on you so fast, you won’t have time to think about it,” he whispers into my ear. I shudder and he looks at me wide-eyed. “Again? Now?” he asks, surprised.
“I’m not cold, Denham. Your breath tickled my ear,” I state, although I would be happy for him to warm me up again. In fact, seeing him standing in front of me, wrapped only in a white towel from the waist down, has my mouth watering and my mind wandering.
“Good, because you need to rest. It’s four in the morning.”
“I’m sorry. I know you have to work in just a few hours and I’ve disturbed your night…again.”
He places his hands on my bare thighs. “No need to be sorry, Stunner, I like your kind of interruptions, but no more nightmares, okay? I’m here anytime you need me. You’re not on your own anymore, so don’t try to fight battles single handed.”
“Okay,” I agree quietly.
