Pushing up on him, I break us apart and stand up, but before I can move a muscle more, he plows into me, pushing me to walk backward toward my bedroom. He ravages my mouth and neck while he grips my ass, then he lifts my legs to wrap them around him. My fingers run through his hair as I feel his erection, so hard and hot, pressing between my legs as he walks the few steps to the doorway. We fall together onto my bed.
Our lips continue their praise, tongues probing and hands clawing and squeezing. I reach for the button of his jeans, but he grabs my hands and holds them down while he kisses a trail down my neck. His lips move down to my breasts and belly button, settling on the line where my waistband meets my skin. His tongue makes circles right above my hipbone, sending sparks of pleasure to my pussy, where I’m completely drenched. It’s enough to draw a moan from me. I can hardly think.
“I need to taste you,” he says, looking up at me, his eyes hooded and wild. He peels off my leggings and looks down between my legs. “Mm, look at you. You’re soaked.”
He bends back down, and my eyes follow to where he is focused. I watch his finger outline the wet circle on the crotch of my white lace panties. I feel heavy there even though his touch is light. He loops his fingers at my hips and pulls down my panties so agonizingly slow, tickling my skin as he moves. His eyes still on mine, he takes the lace in his teeth and pulls them the rest of the way off.
Pushing the fabric to his nose, he inhales deeply and closes his eyes. “You smell so good. This time, we’re going slow so I can savor every inch of you.”
His eyes are hooded, watching my reaction as he licks a trail up the inside of my leg, behind my knee, nipping at my thigh, slowly making his way to my pussy. When he gets to the wet skin of my center, his mouth completely covers me, his tongue wide and flat and stroking up to my clit and down to my opening. He stops and sucks on my clit, hard and fast, making me cry out.
“So beautiful. So sweet,” Sam says, watching me from below. He pushes one finger in, stretching me, while he licks again. Then he thrusts another finger, hard, until they’re all the way in. “Oh, yeah. Look how you stretch for me.” He sucks in a breath, then buries his face in me again, sucking hard on my clit.
“Oh god, Sam.”
He owns me as I fly off the edge into a glorious orgasm. My ass is off the bed while my legs shake, and I can no longer breathe. Gasping, I let out a long, “Oooh,” from the sheer power of his mouth on me.
Even in the midst of my swirling, dizzying climax, I feel the bed shift as he gets up to unzip his jeans. They fall to the floor with a clunk of his belt, and from the corner of my eye, I see his boxer briefs drop and his palm stroke his long cock. As he moves to hover over me, he’s still stroking himself. I watch his hand brush my leg with each stroke, sending pulses of heat through my body.
I sit up, moving my hands over his, and stroke with him. He sucks in a breath as he watches my hands take over. With each stroke and each groan from his mouth, he gets wider and harder. He inhales deeply and pushes hard on my shoulders until I’m on my back. He follows me down, stopping to squeeze one breast and suck on the other, fast and hard.
I cry out, and he says, “Shhh, baby. You’re so good. You’re so good, I’m gonna fuck you now.”
With the sound of the foil packet ripping, and one slow and agonizing push, he buries himself inside me. I try to put my hands on his ass, but he pins them to the bed. I struggle against him and start to object, but his forehead anchors to mine as he moves within me.
“Let me do this, Eve.” A slow thrust. “Let me show you how good this can be.”
I push to escape from his grip, but he pushes me back down and pulls all the way out.
“Sam, please.” I shift my hips, searching for his return.
“Shhh. You have control of everything. All the time. You can say no and I’ll stop, but let me do this for you. I need this too.”
He’s so close, our foreheads still pressed together so I can look into his eyes. His words, his hands holding mine with such strength, his sincerity shows me he does need this. He needs this control. This is his kink. And I feel safe with him. It’s time I let go and trust him.
“Sam.”
“What, Eve? What do you want?” His beautiful blue eyes on mine, he waits.
“Please.”
“Please what? You have to say you want it this way or I won’t do it.”
I close my eyes to get away from his intense stare so close to me. What do I want? This. I want this. “Fuck me, Sam. Do it. Hold me down and fuck me.”
He places a soft kiss on my nose, then brings my leg over his shoulder, opening me for him, moving me as if I’m a valuable sculpture. He pushes in fast and hard, his whole length moving, inch by inch, until he reaches that base inside me over and over. I feel myself clench and contract until I find my release. With a few more pumps, he stops with a jerk and growls into my hair, finding his too.
Collapsing beside me, he tucks me into the curve of his arm, our limbs tangled and sweaty. I listen for any sign that we woke Aaron, but I hear only the sounds of our breath, the sound of him kissing me. I bask in this moment, finally alone with him after yearning for it for so long.
But my mind is already at work again.
I can’t believe Aaron is still asleep. I thought for sure we would be interrupted.
I have two papers to write. There’s no way I have time for a relationship.
I have to work, when will I ever see him?
Doubting has become a reflex to me, but I’m trying to ignore it. Maybe I don’t need to decide on our future right now. I would rather give into this magical feeling of ecstasy after being thoroughly fucked. Really, I should have zero objections at this point. He can have me any way he wants if it makes me feel like this. So free. So satisfied. I sort of knew it would be like this, but I continued to deny it. The truth is, from now on, Sam is in charge of my fuck.
He kisses my hair, my nose. Our faces brush as I kiss him back.
“I think you have ruined me for anyone else. No one will compare after this.” I feel myself blush.
“That’s the idea. You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.” His thumb brushes across my lips. “Something about you makes me want to hold you down and have my way with you. I haven’t felt that way for a while.”
“It was liberating for me,” I admit.
“That’s exactly it.” His hands brush through my hair. “An orgasm a day, remember. And watching you makes it so much hotter for me. It’s a win-win.” He smiles and kisses my nose.
“For sure. And I’m holding you to it.” I smile as he pulls me in closer. His arms are so tight around me, I feel safe. I feel myself drifting toward sleep.
But he sounds contented and grateful when he says, “You are a goddess. And I am yours.”
Epilogue
Sam
She is mine. I do not give one fuck what that Matthew prick says. He is not getting her back. He doesn’t deserve her. In fact, I should teach him a lesson on how to treat a woman. He can threaten me all he wants, but I’ve already claimed her.
I wanted her as soon as her beautiful cheeks pinked up when we first spoke at that funeral, and when she dropped her tray at the Hotel K rooftop, I knew she would be mine. The way her green eyes sparkle and her caramel skin lights up when she is embarrassed. The way her long legs wrap around me when we fuck. The way her tits perk up when she sees me. She’s smart and ambitious and all mine.
Waiting at a stoplight while we drive through LA to the Frontage bar to hear Monica sing, I look over to watch her thousands of curls twisting gently in the breeze from the window. Her gorgeous legs are crossed and seem to go on for miles. I have zero impulse control around her. I put my fingers on her leg and push her skirt up, moving my hand deeper into her heavenly V, searching for the wet flesh that I long for. Her hand covers mine to help me move in, her head back on the headrest, eyes still forward.
The cars around us lurch forward and I resume driving, my h
and still buried between her legs. She moves her sweater, normally reserved for the crisp night air, over her lap in a gesture of modesty. She’s especially beautiful when she feels shy or embarrassed, so I press harder until I find her bare pussy, which makes me almost drive off the road.
Air rushes from my lungs and my cock instantly hardens at the feel of her bare beneath her skirt in public. I can barely drive. “Fuck, Eve. Where is your underwear?”
“I left them at home. It’s all for you. I’ve never done it before, but I shaved for you.” She blushes.
Fuck. Me. “When were you going to tell me? Now I have to pull over before I jizz all over the car like a teenager.”
“I wasn’t sure. Maybe at the bar.” The shy way she looks at me makes my cock twitch.
She’s so strong when she talks about her studies or when she’s parenting her son, but once in a while, I see the vulnerability in her. It always makes me want to lock her up and keep her in a tower for myself.
“You are completely soaked, babe.” I decide to continue driving.
Smeared shapes of buildings and palm trees scream by us as we pass through the city. I shove my hand farther in to find her clit. Sliding my fingers around, I circle through her wetness until she looks at me. I keep my eyes on the road, my hard-on pulsing, but I pinch her clit and her body straightens with pleasure.
At the next stoplight, I watch her wiggling in need. “Do you want to come?”
“Ah! Yes!”
“Keep your legs open.” She obeys my order, so I drag four knuckles over her hard clit.
“Oh, please! Sam.”
“Keep still, baby.”
I run my fingers over her once more before I flick my nail over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her muscles clench, and she squeals and shakes, gushing over my hand.
She’s the best. I love that I can make her come on a dime like that, even when I’m navigating traffic. Her body responds to me like a well-tuned guitar. She’s mine, and I’ll protect her till the day I die. I know she’s independent and strong. I know she can defend herself, but after the threats I received from her ex and the fact that Will Santon found cameras mounted outside her bedroom window, I think it’s time for someone else to step in.
This Matthew guy doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.
I am making plans for her.
For us.
And he will not get in my way.
Acknowledgements
First of all, thank you for reading this far! I can’t believe I wrote a book. It has been living in my heart for a while now and writing fanfic was the perfect way to start. For that I thank you, Christine Reiss. Reading the Submission Series opened my mind and my heart, and introduced me to so many great online friends both in Goodreads and on Facebook. Thank you for this opportunity and your big giant push to write a book. I have enjoyed visiting the world of the Drazens again.
Thank you Nikki. Your honesty, mentoring and guidance meant the world to me and I will never forget it.
Cassie Cox, thank you for editing my book. You are the best!
A gigantic thank you to my fellow Drazen World authors. Your support and enthusiasm for this project has been like pure gold. Jean, your endless PMs mean more to me than you will ever know. I’m grateful for your never-ending support and friendship.
Dana, my book bestie, I’m so thankful to have you in my corner. Your feedback, advice and enthusiasm pushed me to continue writing this book when I wasn’t sure I could do it. You are amazing and I hope to meet you one day.
Last, but not least, thank you to my hubby. Thank you for believing in me and making time for me to do this. xoxo
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