Goddamn, he loved that gasp, that so-brief flash of fear, uncertainty, as he shoved her down and pinned her. They were off to a damn good start. Made even better as her breath shortened, almost panting.
God, and she would be soon. He'd make sure of it.
She wiggled under him, fighting back a little, and he groaned a kiss into her skin, weighing himself down heavier on her. He could feel everything, her pushing and shifting rubbing every curve and fine-toned muscle against him, and fuck, it felt good. Made him harder, made him ache. Did she have any idea how wild it made him when she went from that initial, perfect shock, to fighting back like she had any say in it? She didn’t have any say though. And he craved that fight. It was what he was used to, how it all began for him.
”Dovev,” she barked at him, her voice husky and throaty. She was so fuckin sexy, and she knew it, all that damn confidence. The fire in her eyes. He’d never want to tame that out of her, take all the fun away from dominating her.
She’d started something now. She’d let his darkness loose.
He fuckin loved the way she said his name, even though the demand behind it was useless. He smiled, gave a breathy bite to her neck beside her jaw as she was reaching to do the same. He almost laughed, his smile deepening as her teeth scraped against his skin with a sharp sting, a burning. She could bite harder, fight harder, fight all she wanted. But he was the Master of this bedroom. Her pain, her pleasure, was his to command.
“Heartfire,” he said back sweetly. A taunt. Mocking her.
He backed off her, leaving her suddenly cold as his warmth followed him. His eyes were smoldering black, darker than they’ve ever been as he watched her hungrily, every muscle in his body ready to take her. It had been too damn long. That was her doing. Partly his. He could’ve had anyone. But he hadn’t. So it was her doing.
“Stand.”
A growled command. A challenge.
He wanted to watch her. She wouldn’t cower there, never her. He wanted to watch her stand for him, bare herself to him in a last act of vulnerability before he rewarded her for it. Punished her for it. He wanted to see if she dared to run, forced him to take her down and claim her roughly as she fought him the whole way. He wanted to watch her stand defiant with those damn eyes of hers, turn her sexy ass to him only because she wants it and not because he does.
He just wanted to watch her.
Watch her change her mind and beg for it again.
we're slaves to any semblance of touch
Lord, we should quit but we love it too much
