“Can you make me a midnight snack? I’m hungry.”
He leans down, brushing his lips against my forehead.
“I just fed you my dick. You want more?” he jokes. “What do you want, my love?”
Warmth spreads through my chest. I grit my teeth. I don’t like his answer. Why isn’t he fighting back like I fight him?
He should have said no. I was expecting him to say no.
I shake my head. “Are you going to let me control you like a puppet?”
“Why wouldn’t I let you control me?”
I want to smack him on the chest. He has to be fucking with my mind. I’m not in the mood to play another one of his manipulation games.
“Do you like it when I boss you around?”
His gaze softens and lingers on my lips. “I don’t care if you do. I’ll do anything you want.”
I cock my eyebrow. “Anything?”
He places his palms against mine. “I don’t see you controlling me as a weakness, my love. I’m yours. I’ll do anything you say.”
Shocked by his revelation, I ball my fist. I don’t know why I’m pissed off.
I get up from the bed, head to the bathroom, twist the knob to warm water, and step into the shower.
I’ve been wrong about Irvin. He’s not who I thought he was, exactly. I thought he got off on controlling me. But he sees love as control.
I don’t know how to feel about that.
Irvin
Iwatch my princess through the shower glass as she runs the washcloth over her breasts and chest. My dick is hard again. I knew she wanted me the entire time—the way she enjoyed me controlling her. I just needed her to admit it.
Slowly, I slide the foggy glass door open. She stops and stares me in the eye. I remove my boxers and step inside next to her. The warm water sprays across my back as I stare down at my princess. She’s so beautiful. Her warm, soft skin glistens under the water. Her lavender curls stick to her neck. She’s mine. I’ll hurt anyone who tries to come between us.
Her misty gray eyes brighten. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her breasts pressed to my chest. Her breaths are soft and uneven. The tension between us is so thick I could cut it with a knife.
I turn her around to face the stone wall, take the washcloth from her, and scrub her back while stroking my dick against her ass. I need to fuck her again. I’m addicted to her. She’s a high I don’t want to come down from.
She turns back to me, snatches the washcloth, and scrubs my back—then my dick. I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her close. She’s mine. She always will be mine, until I’m on my deathbed.
There’s no limit to my obsession. I’d go for her. I’d kill for her. If she asked me to kill someone right now, I’d do it. She wouldn’t even need a good reason.
She rises onto her tiptoes and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s the first time in a long while she’s kissed me without trying to manipulate me. There aren’t any games between us. Just us—raw, open, exposed. I could get used to this.
I wrap my arms around her waist, lift her, and slide my dick inside her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I fuck her slowly. She whimpers my name. I slide my fingers into her curly, wet hair. I thrust long and slow, staring into her eyes.
Is this what people call making love? I’ve never done it before.
I bite down on her shoulder as my muscles tighten, and I come inside her. I set her down, and we wash each other from head to toe.
Once we’re in bed, naked, the sheets slightly damp, I spread her legs and eat her pussy until she’s screaming my name.
I love the ache on my scalp. I love that she’s vulnerable with me. I love every essence of my Lilac.
When I’m done, I pull her into my arms. We lie there, listening to the soft hum of the rain tapping against the window. Lightning splits the sky in half. We’re in our own bubble, and her warm touch makes my dick hard again.
