It’s like I understood that I could place some of my burdens on him and he’d be strong enough to hold them for me.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, as if he knows my thoughts have turned dark.
“I was just marveling that I’ve shared secrets with you I haven’t told anyone ever.”
“Like what?”
I look away from his dark gaze, staring at the far wall. “The scars for one…my plans for another.”
He plucks the glass from my fingers, setting it down before he lifts me from my chair and into his arms. “You can tell me anything, kitten.”
“I know,” I answer. My arms going around his neck. Even if our sexual relationship is short, I’m fairly certain that Win will always be my ally. He’s one of the few people in this world that outpaces me in stamina and strength. He’s an amazing person to have on my side. “But I don’t want to be your kitten for the rest of the night.”
He stops midway to the bed, his eyes narrowing. “What does that mean?”
“I want to be a hellcat,” I purr back. “And I’m pretty sure my claws are razor sharp.”
“Woman,” he growls, “don’t tempt me.”
“Are you tempted?” I ask, digging my fingertips into his neck. I can feel the divots I left earlier.
His answer is to take one more step and then toss me on the bed.
I land in a heap, shirt falling open, legs splaying out, as he pounces on top of me, his large body covering mine.
So, it’s like that…
I grab his neck, digging my fingernails in deep enough to draw blood. In fact, if he thinks he’s going to court other women tomorrow night, he’ll be wearing my marks all over his body.
I scratch down his back, knowing that I’m drawing blood.
His mouth comes down in a kiss meant to bruise, but I am way past caring.
In fact, as teeth join lips and tongues, the violence of it only fuels the passion.
My fingernails reach his lower back, and I lift my hands up to smack them down hard on his ass, before I squeeze his cheeks, telling him what I expect.
I want him to drive into me. Hard.
He rears back, his nostrils flaring. “It’s like that, is it?”
“I want you inside me.”
He pushes up on his knees, ripping at his trousers until they’re down his thighs and then he’s back on top of me, the hard head of his cock pressing inside me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper.
“Fuck, Kat,” he spits in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
He bottoms out and I dig my heels in deep, keeping him there for several seconds. I just like being full of him.
He lifts up enough to look down at me. “You want to drive, do you?”
It’s a rare conversation when Win speaks more than I do, but my response is just a single jerk of my chin.
Rolling over, he pulls me on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside me.
“Have your way, HellKat.”
