“It means more than you’ll ever know that I can be myself with you, Drake,” she said, staring deeply into his mesmerizing eyes.
He added another finger, stretching her, making her moan. Her eyelashes fluttered closed as pleasure raced through her body, leaving a fiery trail as though she’d been burned by his mere touch.
“Open your eyes. I want to see you when you come,” Drake said, all vestiges of gentleness and tenderness erased from his tone and features.
She shivered because once more he’d slipped so easily back into the role of the ultimate dominant male demonstrating his power and control over his woman.
She obeyed instantly and knew he approved of her obedience. Maybe to others his body language didn’t broadcast much at all. Or the nearly imperceptible change in his eyes. But she had already learned what each expression meant, or at least the ones she’d been subjected to so far.
And then a thought occurred to her and she frowned, searching out his gaze as he continued to lazily finger her.
“I thought you said tonight was for you,” she said in a husky, sexy-sounding voice she didn’t even recognize.
His eyes glittered and his smile was almost cruel looking against the harsh lines of his face. The man was one sexy beast of an alpha male. There was not one thing about him that didn’t do it for her. She hadn’t imagined men like Drake even existed except in fiction.
He was a man feared by others, recognized for his power and predatory nature. As a rule, she’d always avoided men like Drake, so she had no explanation for why she’d been so inexorably drawn to him and his dominant nature. Even now she should be terrified. Not anticipating every single one of the things he’d promised to do to her.
“Angel, if you don’t think me getting you off when you’re on your knees, ass thrust in the air and you soaking my hand when I make you come isn’t for me, then you are very wrong. Yes, tonight is about me. It’s about what I want and what I want to do to you. And watching you go off at my touch, my tongue and my dick? Yeah, that’s all for me. What man’s world wouldn’t light up when a woman who looks like you is all tied up in his bed like the innocent angel you are?”
Her chest tightened to the point of pain because damn... What could she possibly say in response to that?
And then she could say nothing more at all because Drake began pushing her harder, using one hand to explore her most tender and sensitive flesh while using the other to alternate lightly flicking her nipples, stroking her breasts and belly and then sliding his hand down her spine before administering another swat to her bare behind.
She was panting, knowing she wouldn’t hold out much longer but God, she didn’t want it to end, no matter that he’d promised her that this was only the beginning.
She began to tremble violently, leaning further down into the mattress because her arms wouldn’t support her weight. Her orgasm was building into an enormous, overwhelming entity and she wondered whether she’d even remain conscious through it. She was too mindless, completely out of control, and had no semblance or cognizance of anything but Drake and his touch, the sound of his voice.
She couldn’t think. She could only feel as she spun wildly out of control, inching closer to the yawning abyss and into the moment when she flew over into free fall with only Drake to catch her, to protect her, as he’d promised he’d always do.
“That’s it, Angel,” Drake said, his voice rough and laced with arousal. “Let go, but do not look away from me at any time. When you come, I want to see those gorgeous blue eyes grow hazy and watch the pleasure that I’m giving you and know that no other man will see what I will be seeing. No other man will have what you are giving to me or be able to give what I give to you. You are mine, and before this night ends, you’ll know who owns your body and soul.”
It was hard not to completely surrender to the moment and close her eyes as her entire world shifted after Drake’s impassioned statement of truth. His truth. His rules. She was his to own, to possess, and never would she have thought such simple words could forge a direct route to the very heart of her. Was this—Drake, his dominance—what she’dbeen missing in her life? The answer formed instantly and insidiously snaked its way through every cell in her body.
But she focused on Drake, as he’d commanded, her gaze locking with his, and it was the electric spark forming an instant connection with him that went far deeper than the physical pleasure she was feeling that finally hurtled her over the edge and into sweet oblivion.
It felt as though she fragmented and then shattered into a million tiny pieces, but now that her eyes were locked with Drake’s, she couldn’t break away for anything in the world. Seeing her pleasure reflected in his gaze was the most erotic, powerful thing she’d ever experienced in her life.
And in this moment, she felt completely safe, as if nothing could ever hurt her again. As long as she was in Drake’s arms, nothing could touch her. The outside world ceased to exist. Her former life, her way of life, faded, evaporating until there was only here and now and the world she’d willingly walked into. Drake’s world. Maybe it made her crazy for being so impulsive, so out of character for her. But she wasn’t crazy about one thing. Whatever this was between her and Drake was all too real. So real that it frightened her, but at the same time she was also gripped by a sense of true belonging, something she hadn’t felt since the day she’d left her parents’ home to move to New York and work.
And now that she had that, had Drake, she wanted him and everything he had to offer more than she wanted her next breath. In time her natural fears and concerns would work their way out. She had to believe that, because she wanted this too badly to consider even for a moment what her life would be like after tasting something so beautiful and all-consuming.
How could she ever go back to her old life after experiencing the world where Drake made all the rules and answered only to himself, and others around him answered strictly to him? He’d introduced her toan exciting, colorful world, not one steeped in gray and the monotony of her day-to-day routine, performing her tasks and taking care of her responsibilities by rote.
She purposely shoved away all thoughts of a world where Drake didn’t exist, not wanting anything to ruin this moment when Drake claimed her, exerted his dominance physically, the only part of their relationship that was as yet uncemented.
She was only partly aware of him stripping off his clothing as her breaths came erratic and heavy in the aftermath. Before she could even process the explosive effects of her orgasm, and the fact that she was still quivering from head to toe and the throb between her legs was already crying out for his touch once more, he roughly cupped the globes of her ass and pushed up and outward.
The huge head of his erection prodded at her opening and he thrust hard, shock rippling through her body as her swollen tissue fought his forceful invasion. He had such a tight grip on her ass that she knew she’d wear his marks for days to come, and she loved the fact that whenever she sat for the next few days, she’d feel that reminder of his possession of her, and that she’d wear the signs of his ownership and dominance.
He withdrew until she could feel his cock barely rimming her entrance, and then he thrust into her more powerfully than before, a gasp escaping when she realized she’d taken him to the hilt and that she could take no more of him.
This was nothing like the first time, when he’d been so exquisitely tender and gentle, taking her slowly, with reverence that had brought tears to her eyes. And then his words, about how she needed the first time with him to be the way her first time with any man should have been.
His warning that it wouldn’t always be like that hovered in her mind, because now she was getting a taste of what was to come and what being with him would entail, and it excited her, aroused her, so much that shecould already feel the welcoming edge that signaled the slow climb to another orgasm.
She felt impossibly stretched, felt the burn deep inside her that blurred the nearly indecipherable line between pain and pleasure, melding the two seamlessly together until all she knew was sheer ecstasy.
“Going to ride you hard and long, Angel. And then I’m going to have that sweet mouth and then that even sweeter ass. And then I’m going to come all over you and mark you, so that you’ll know precisely who you belong to.”
