I heard his sharp intake of breath as I pulled my shirt up and over my head and let it drop to the floor. His eyes darkened and I saw the danger in them, the darkness mixed with the desire and it felt as if I’d swallowed a bunch of live wires as my nerves sparked. I licked my lips and unclasped my black lace bra.
“Let me do this my way.”
He scowled and I got the impression he didn’t like having to do it my way.
I let the black lace fall to the floor, the metal clasp making a tiny ting sound as it hit. I kept my eyes on him, afraid he’d either walk away or he’d lose control and throw me down on the bed and have me his way.
He took a deep inhale and it seemed to placate him as his eyes roamed down the length of my body then back up again to meet my eyes. He was quiet. A subtle twitch in his jaw as he watched me.
I reached forward and linked my fingers with his. “Lie down.”
He hesitated and my heart pounded so loud I was afraid he’d hear it and think it was fear. Maybe it was. I think it was a combination of fear that he’d leave me, fear that he’d stay. Because no matter what happened tonight, he was leaving and that terrified me.
The mattress creaked as he sat, his eyes never leaving mine even when he lay back. I couldn’t help but stare at him. Tattoos molded over his muscled shoulders and arms as if they were naturally part of him.
I leaned over him and slowly undid his jeans. His abdominal muscles contracted and he groaned when my fingers skimmed over his skin. I pulled his jeans down and his cock sprang free, hard and throbbing—beautiful. Just like I knew it would be.
When I looked up and met his eyes, I saw his fierce possessiveness. His tight lips and strained brows indicated he was losing it. His hands gripped the duvet on either side of him so tight his knuckles were white.
“Tell me what you want.” He was teetering on the edge, and in order to do this, I had to give him what he needed to keep control.
“I want to flip you over onto your back and fuck you so hard right now, Danni. I don’t do slow and sweet. I fuckin’ told you that.”
I licked my lower lip. “What about my mouth on your cock?”
“Yeah, baby. But I want my mouth on your pussy more.” He reached for me and wrapped my hair around his hand. “You good with this?”
I smiled because he may say he didn’t do sweet, but him asking was sweet. I nodded.
“Good girl.” He tugged on my hair, forcing me to move on top of him. “If you need to stop, you fuckin’ say something. Got it?”
“As long as you don’t hold me down, it’s okay.” I bit my lower lip, dragging my teeth over the wet surface. “Kiss me, Balen. Now.”
A slow grin formed, and in one swift movement, he had me on my back. “The word now coming from your mouth doesn’t work for me. But this will.” He knelt on the floor, and then yanked me forward so my legs hung over the side of the bed. “Now, I’ll fuckin’ kiss you.”
He grabbed my hip harshly at first, but then softened as his fingers lightly stroked up my side to the edge of my breast. I held my breath as he hesitated, the tips of his fingers so close, yet not touching. I arched and tried to move into his touch, but his other hand grabbed my thigh and squeezed.
“Oh, God, Balen, please touch me.”
“Oh, I plan to. But you need to learn to wait. You do that, and I’ll give you what you want.” I closed my eyes and moaned when I felt the stubble on his face tickle my inner thigh. I forced myself to relax, sinking back into the mattress. He kissed just above the folds, a light feathered touch of his velvet lips and a violent ache shot through me.
My heart pounded so hard it felt as if it would break through my ribs. I waited for another touch. Another kiss. And I wanted to beg him. I nearly did until I opened my eyes and saw his face.
Our eyes locked and held.
I knew nothing about this man, except that he was a part of me. Maybe, I did know him. It felt as if I did. It felt as if he was the vessel that had kept me alive. I didn’t need the memories to tell me that. The truth was there, in me.
He squeezed my nipple—hard. I winced, gritting my teeth together, but the pain turned to pleasure as he gently soothed it with the tip of his finger. Goose bumps rose and scattered across my flesh and I arched into him.
“Don’t move.” Balen’s voice was gruff and I instantly stilled.
I felt his warm breath between my legs and then his tongue flicked over my sex. “Oh, God.”
He suckled while his fingers parted the folds so he could get deeper, harder. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
I moaned, as his voice vibrated against me.
“Don’t come yet.”
“Huh?” My thighs trembled and my insides quivered. What did he say? Oh, God, what was he doing to me?
His finger found the exact spot. “Oh, God. Yes.” He circled slow and soft, then faster and harder. I reached down and threaded my hands into his hair as the building inside me intensified.
He stopped and my eyes flew open. “What’s wrong?”
“You touching me, it’s not going to work here. Not now. I want to fuck you too badly.” I let his hair go and lowered my arms to my sides. “Keep your arms above your head.”
“I don’t like—”
“Yeah. I know. But I have you for one night. And this is what you need from me.”
He was right. I needed to replay the feeling of being tied down and yet have the freedom to move if I had to.