Chapter Twenty-Eight
AYDA
They were words, just words, but the intent behind them was like a stroke of electricity along the midnight sky. They carried the weight of the love this man felt for me. I knew I was safe with him—had known it all along. Even in the worst of moments when we’d been in that warehouse, when hope had felt lost, I’d known that if I survived it would be because of him. Tonight, with his fingers pushing and stroking and taking what they wanted from me, I was a slave to him. I would have given him anything he’d wanted, anything he’d needed, but with his whispered promise I had come around his fingers, his name an invocation on my lips.
I pressed against him as my body shuddered at the last of his ministrations, even the brush of his lips against mine made static electricity flare to life under my skin. I felt alive. I was in love, and the only thing that mattered to me was this man and this night. Tomorrow would come eventually, but this was just the two of us.
As the last vestiges of my orgasm were absorbed into my heart, my hands began their own exploration. I touched every inch of skin I could reach on his body.
I took my time undressing Drew between touches andkisses, my fingertips tracing every scar on his body, every edge of his muscles and the lavish expanses of warm skin stretched in between. I didn’t rush. I didn’t need to. I was reading the moment by whispered words and the change in our breathing. Even as my feet pushed his jeans from him, I could feel his excitement—the beat of his heart under my fingertips, and the hard, blunt head of his erection as it teased the crease between my thigh and groin.
As always, he wanted to take. He wanted to bury himself inside me and lose himself in the motion and friction of our bodies working together, but I needed this to be slow. I needed to memorize every brush of his hands and push of his fingers, every stroke of his hips as he pounded into me. I needed to know that I could recall this memory any time because it was the only thing that would dampen the panic now.
Reaching down between our bodies, I wrapped my hand around him. My fingers traced the veins up and over the head, too gentle to do anything more than make him grunt in recognition. His body pushed mine back against the bed in one roll of his muscles, and his mouth covered mine, feeding me his slow groans as my hand worked his length, my grip tightening and thumb working the tip as his hips began to pump with my strokes.
Every growl. Every twitch. Every shudder of his body was a reward for me, my blood coming to a low boil under my skin as his hip strokes deepened, and the pace rose. My own moans soon met his, and I knew that if I continued, he would need some recovery time before sex. I was feeling too desperate and selfish to allow that, so I released him. A quiet chuckle fell from my lips as he hissed out his displeasure.
“It’s like that, is it?” He growled, brushing his nose alongmy jaw before he carefully sank his teeth into the skin in the curve of my neck.
My eyes fell closed at the contrast, the small, controlled pain that he offered me, and as I brushed one of my legs up over his hip in preparation to roll him onto his back, he countered my movement and pressed me deeper into the mattress.
“Always have to be in control,” I murmured as my chin lifted more to give him access.
He continued to kiss me, somehow making it feel like he was everywhere before he grabbed my wrists and slammed them above my head, his body pressing down harder so most of his weight was trapping me beneath him. “The joys of fucking the pres, darlin’,” he whispered between the kisses he was currently trailing between my breasts.
I wriggled underneath the weight of him. Both feet finding their way to the mattress as my hips pushed against his body, before twisting as much as I could manage. With the training he’d been giving me, I’d built up some strength, but it was still like a mouse trying to wrestle a cat. The exertion pulled my breaths from my chest, but Drew ignored me, his mouth closing over my nipple with his teeth grazing the taut bud, causing another sensation of need to explode from the deepest depths of my body as he continued to hold me down, helpless.
With one rock of his hips, I felt him between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging at my dampened folds, tempting me with exactly what I wanted.
“Not yet,” I purred, arching my back and narrowly escaping being mesmerized by the power of him. My wrists pushed against his grip, but the raising of his chin and thetickle of his beard on my sternum told me I had his attention. “I want to be on top.”
“Now who wants to be in control?”
“Me,” I admitted, only half joking. “Just for tonight. Do you trust me enough for that?”
I wriggled my hips from side to side, all of my love gathering inside of me as I held his gaze. There was a tiny voice in the back of my mind that nagged me to give him what he wanted. To concede and rock my hips up to accept him where I needed him the most. Only this desperate, adventurous side of me was scared of what tomorrow would bring, and it drowned out the submissive side that enjoyed his raw power. I needed to take him. I wanted to memorize every little part of his body if he would just let me.
“Let me take control, pres,” I smirked, challenging him.
“Take control?” Drew raised a brow and held my gaze. “You’ve been on top a hundred times before, Ayda. Why do I need to trust you to let you do it tonight? You planning on tying me up?” He raised a brow.
I smiled as the idea ticked over in my head. I loved the nights he held me down and left me helpless to his hands and mouth. I loved giving him the power over me. I loved feeling that trust between us. He hadn’t ever experienced that because I couldn’t hold him down. I couldn’t keep him in place.
“Would you let me?” I asked, pressing my lips together nervously.
The humor drained from his face as something darker flashed over his eyes for just a moment before the muscles in his jaw twitched. When he swallowed, I heard the resolution, and it was soon followed by a gentle nod before he whispered the words, “Yes. If it was something you wanted. If it matteredto you.”
The moment he released my hands, I pulled them free and cupped his cheeks, studying his handsome face as my breath sputtered from me. “Are you sure?”
“Do whatever you want to me, Ayda. The only thing that could ever hurt is you leaving, and that’s not happening tonight.”
My thumbs worked under the shadows that had haunted his eyes all week. I kept us connected for the longest time. “I’m never leaving. As long as it’s in my power, I’m going to be here. With you.”
I moved us again, this time without his resistance, which left me straddling him, looking down at his handsome face. I settled on his stomach, my hands on his chest as I continued to look for doubt or anything else that would tell me this was a bad idea. When I found nothing, I rose to my knees and rolled from the bed, the cool air wrapping around me as I moved as quickly as I could to the closet, hunting for anything that would do the trick.
“Would a… um belt work?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Sure,” he said through a sarcastic smile. “Or I can go grab some rope or chains from the back of the truck if you’d prefer.”
