“We change this. Now. Tonight.”
I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered.
“Good girl.” He kissed my inner thigh, then the other, then . . .
I gasped as two fingers penetrated me, deep and hard. “Balen.”
The satin warmth of his tongue danced across my sensitive sex as he began thrusting. Oh, God. He kept me from arching into him with a hand on my stomach, pushing me back in place whenever I shot forward.
“Please,” I begged.
“Love that word from your lips.”
Circling. Slow and gentle with his tongue which contradicted his harsh rough thrusts. My head rolled side to side as the tightness grabbed hold and any moment I’d—
All movement stopped and my eyes flashed open. “Not yet.”
My whole body shuddered. “Please, I can’t wait.”
“Not yet,” he repeated.
I took several deep breaths, my body ready to crash over the edge with the slightest touch and he must have known it because he waited.
He fuckin’ waited and every time I opened my mouth to beg him, he frowned and it was a frown that made me keep quiet because there was no give. It was determined control.
Once my breathing slowed he started again and my body trembled at his touch. It was like I was his instrument and he’d been tuning it. Now . . . now he was playing it.
Harder, faster, again and again, until the sweet sensations rose to a point of no return.
“Come. Come in my mouth, baby.”
Spasms shook my body like I’d never experienced before and I screamed his name as waves of pleasure jolted through my insides like an orchestra of sensations.
Finally, the waves slowed and I relaxed, legs falling open and my hands that were clenched into the sheet released. Holy shit.
I opened my eyes and came up on my elbows and smiled. “Balen?”
“Hmm.” He kissed my stomach then came to his feet.
“I want you inside me.” I sat up and reached for his hand, but he moved away. “Where are you going?”
“I have to go.”
My smile dropped. “No. You’re not leaving. You don’t get to leave. Not yet. Do you hear me?” I’d just had the best orgasm of my life and he wanted to walk away. Leave. But I knew it wasn’t just about the sex. The thought of him leaving me made me . . . uneasy. It was as if something bad was going to happen if he left.
I was being ridiculous, and didn’t believe in coincidences and fate and all that, but after painting his picture for two years and then having him show up at my gallery, my gut was all I had and right now, it said don’t let him leave.
“DANNI—”
“No. We need this. If this is all we have then it’s everything. I want to feel all of you, Balen.”
Fuck. My cock was so hard right not, it was painful, but when I fucked a woman it wasn’t soft and gentle. I fucked her. And Danni, she was fighting a broken memory of abuse and torture, I couldn’t do that to her.
“Tasting you . . . Fuck, hearing you scream with pleasure, Danni . . . that was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. I want to walk away with that to take with me.” I backed away and bent down to pick up my jeans.
“No.” She crawled off the bed and grabbed the jeans from my hand and threw them aside. “One night. I want one night and so do you.”
I watched her luscious hips sway as she walked over to her nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a foiled package. Jesus. This was more than just screwing some chick. This was Danni, the woman I couldn’t forget. She lived inside me. Scars had instincts much stronger than humans, but I knew she felt it, too—this shattering need.
Maybe it was because I’d been obsessing about her for so long.
I walked over to her, not sure what I was going to do when I got there until I felt her hands on my cock. And then any resistance I may have had—ended.
I groaned, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. “Fuck.”
She rolled the condom on and then slid her hands up my chest, slowly and gently, exactly opposite as to what I was fighting to do to her.
Submit! screamed in my head over and over again.
My mouth drove down on hers in a brutal assault, tasting what I had to have. When she submitted to my kiss, lips pliant beneath mine the roar inside me settled to a steady thrum.
I squeezed her ass and what I got in return was a sweet vibration of her moan under my mouth. I hitched her up and placed her on the edge of the dresser; then pulled back a bit so I could look at her. Her lips were red and swollen and her cheeks flushed, but it was her eyes that made my breath catch. There was desire smoldering in the depths but also—quietness, and I felt it too. It was as if this constant screaming I’d felt to be with her had calmed and it was . . . peaceful.
She smiled and my heart skipped a beat. “Fuck me, Balen.”
Adorable. She was fuckin’ adorable and I wanted to encase that smile and put it in a jar and take it with me so I could look at it any time I wanted.
I grinned. “Okay, little one.” I took hold of my cock and slid it up and down through her moist sex. Her legs locked around my waist and she slipped further off the edge of the dresser. Her eyes closed and she arched her back. I leaned forward, taking her nipple in my mouth, then bit down at the same time as I drove my hips forward, pushing my cock deep.
I groaned as the tightness blanketed me.
Danni tensed. “Yes. God, yes.”
Her hands delved into my hair as I pulled out, and then sunk deep again. Our naked bodies smacked together each time I thrust inside her.