SEALed With A Kiss: Heroes With Heart

by Low, Gennita

  He let go of her ear, and she rubbed it, giving him a scowl—not because he’d really hurt her—but again, to show that while she might follow his order, she wasn’t without a little backbone.

  His expression didn’t change. If anything, his eyes grew colder, narrowing.

  Was he counting in his head? Seeing how long she took to scurry up on the mattress? She moved deliberately slowly, rising fluidly and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Besides, anticipation kept her revved. Then she sat at the edge of the high mattress and scooted backward, trying not to rush even though she couldn’t wait for what came next.

  Dex was faster. He crawled quickly onto the mattress, pushed her to her back, and came down atop her, covering her from her shoulders to her feet, his strong legs pinning her as neatly as the weight of his torso.

  She couldn’t move, could hardly breathe. His cock pulsed between them. Still, she kept her breaths even, her chin tilted in defiance.

  “What am I going to do with you?” he murmured, his mouth hovering just above hers.

  “Anything you want, I’m guessing. It’s not like I can fight you,” she said it innocently, eyes wide, but then the corners of her mouth curved. “Anything, so long as you slide this up inside me.” She rolled her hips to rub his cock.

  He grunted. “I’d like nothing better, but then, you’d win. And I can’t let that happen.”

  She arched a brow. “You do know sex doesn’t have to be a game, right? That we can both be winners.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t see sex as a game, but you’ve been bucking me since we met. You consider it a challenge, getting a guy exactly where you want, to do exactly what you want.”

  “Not true,” she whispered. “Not what I’m after, at all.”

  “Then tell me.” His voice softened. “Remember, no pride. No modesty. It’s just you and me.”

  She licked her lips, then drew a short breath, turning her head so he couldn’t see her eyes. Because hadn’t he already seen too much? “I want you to make me.”

  “Make you what?”

  “Make me obey. Let me fight, but never let me win.”

  After a long pause, he asked, “Forcibly?”

  The heated air from his single word brushed her cheek, and she nodded, holding her breath. His neutral tone hadn’t given her a clue what he was thinking. Her request wasn’t something she’d ever revealed to another man: her need to be taken. Because then, wouldn’t the guy think she wanted to be dominated in every other part of her life and their relationship? With Dex, she knew he was physically strong enough to give her what she needed, but they only had three days, and then they’d never see each other again. Her wish was a safe one. She could ask this and not fear him taking her over her life. Something she’d experienced with a boyfriend in college and would never risk again, thank you very much.

  A finger traced a line across her cheek then rubbed her bottom lip. “Look at me.”

  Stealing herself, she turned and met his gaze, surprised at the smoky heat she met.

  “If you give this…power… to me, I won’t let you change your mind. If you get scared, you’ll have to work through it.”

  She nodded, excitement causing her heart to thud inside her chest. “You don’t mind? Don’t think I’m crazy?”

  “We all have our fantasies, Lace. I have a few of my own.” And then he kissed her.

  A soft, hot brand on her mouth. Over too soon because he was moving away, kneeling beside her as he raked her body with a hot glance.

  His hard gaze swung back to her eyes. “Open your legs.”

  Sensing he’d already started the game, she shook her head and clenched her legs together, getting her elbows under her body and scooting toward the headboard.

  She didn’t even have time to gasp before he was on her, his hands gripping her ankles and spreading them.

  He quickly inserted his knees between hers to hold her open.

  A gasp escaped. She jackknifed up and shoved both hands at his chest.

  But he manacled her wrists and pushed them behind her back, holding them there with one hand, keeping her still while he put his free hand between her legs and cupped her mound. “This is mine, Lace. However I want.”

  She panted, shaking her torso, trying to free her hands, panic mixed with arousal—so heady a mix she felt as though her heart might explode. “Let me go.”

  He shook his head, one corner of his mouth curling upward, lending him a menacing look.

  Fuck, she loved that look. Knew it meant he was into this game. But she sensed he’d never hurt her, and he hadn’t so far. She was restrained, but his fingers didn’t bite her wrists. Her awkward position, sitting with her legs spread around him, made it impossible for her to move away while he cupped her. She was wet. Soaking his palm.

  Then suddenly she was free, but only because he wanted to toss her onto her belly. He pulled up her hips and dragged a pillow over to push under her. When she tried to rise up, he planted a hand in the middle of her back and forced down her shoulders. Again, he caught her hands behind her and held them easily in one of his own.

  Bent over and starting to sweat, her ass high, Lace wasn’t so sure she liked this game anymore. He was all over her, then moving away, restraining her so easily she couldn’t help but be irked. “Let me go, Dex.”

  “Or what? What are you going to do, Lace?”

  “I’ll scream the house down. Someone will come running.” And wouldn’t that be a pretty picture? She nibbled on her lower lip.

  “They’re my team,” he said, tracing a finger along her back. “They might breach the door, but once they see I have things under control, they’ll be out of here. They know me. Know I wouldn’t give you anything you don’t really want.”

  “I’m tired of this game.”

  “But it’s not a game, is it?”

  He said it so softly she was caught off guard. He was right. This wasn’t a game. Something inside her still wanted this desperately.

  “Go ahead and cry and scream, but I’m on this, Lace. I won’t give into you.”

  Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry. She jerked her arms, but his hold was firm. She tried to scoot sideways on her knees, but he had those bracketed too with his hairy thighs.

  And she’d only managed to widen her stance. Her pussy was open. Cool air wafted against it. She couldn’t help clenching against the pleasure.

  Dex shifted behind her. Fingers stroked between her folds, circling her entrance then thrusting two digits inside. He curled them slightly and rubbed the front of her channel.

  The moment he found her G-spot, she made a sound—a rasping sigh. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

  His fingers stilled as a wash of her arousal flooded her channel. Then he swirled them, adding the pleasurable scrape of his thumb against her clit.

  Lord, she was going to come like this. Her hands held behind her back, him working her pleasure spots with confident strokes of his fingers while she lay helpless, pinned to the mattress.

  And she loved it. She made noises like she didn’t, whimpering and gasping, interspersing a few faint No’s. She struggled to tug her hands from his, but she didn’t really want to be freed. Everything he was doing was magic. Just right. Her pussy gave his fingers rhythmic clasps. Her thighs trembled. Her core tightened. She was close to the most explosive orgasm she’d ever had. She just knew it.

  And then he released her hands and moved away.

  Her eyes popped open and she pushed up, glancing behind her shoulder to give him a hot glare rather than blurting her outrage. What could she say? I was almost there? From the amount of moisture she’d leaked onto his hand, he already knew that. But then she noted the plastic packet in his hands. She watched while he tore it open, and then rolled the snug sheath down his length.

  When he’d finished, he lifted a brow. “Turn over. Now.”

  Ooh, so authoritative. She opened her mouth, then clamped it tight. Instead, the look she gave him said, Mak
e me.

  He shook his head once, sharply. “You already know I can. If you want me, turn now.”

  Her lids dropped to form angry slits. Just for show. She dragged the pillow out from under her hips and tossed it with enough force, something outside her peripheral vision shattered. Then she flipped over to her back, her knees rising as she slammed her feet against the mattress.

  He tsked then gripped his cock, giving himself a stroke, drawing her gaze downward to watch. He was huge, the shaft red, the cap broad and blunt. “Raise your hips,” he commanded.

  She hesitated, but only for a moment, and then did as he said, her thighs quivering.

  Dex edged closer on his knees, still gripping himself, his hand moving to the base of his cock, and then he slapped her open sex with his length. Thuddy taps sounded against her moist folds, reinforcing her image of his strength and power.

  Her pussy clenched, making a lewdly moist sound.

  “Do not touch me. And don’t lift your legs.”

  He held her gaze until she nodded. Her breath caught in her throat.

  “And do not come until I say so.” And then his large hand moved up the thick column. He dragged it down to place it at her entrance. He bent over her, his torso supported on his arms.

  With so much space between them, she had an uninhibited view of his cock as he slowly pushed inside. The sight was pure torture. She couldn’t help clenching against him because she was primed to accept his thrust, her body ready to pull him inside. When that fat, blunt head pushed against her entrance, her folds and intimate muscles prevented him.

  “Use your fingers. Spread that pussy for me.”

  With both hands stretching downward, she parted her folds around him, tugging them apart and up to expose her clit to the air. When she glanced at his face again, she caught him staring at her sex and spotted his clenched jaw. Oddly, she’d never felt sexier or more feminine as she spread herself, inviting his intrusion.

  He moved so slowly, every action was noted, senses and emotions given time to process.

  He pushed again, and the cap breached her, stretching her. He sank an inch then pulled out.

  So full. She felt the ridge around his cap caressing her entrance. “Dex… Please more.”

  He gave a rough shake of his head, his features darkening, tightening as though he fought his own impulse to plunge. Instead, he began shallow pushes and pulls that juiced up her channel, but didn’t satisfy.

  The action was maddening. He was maddening.

  “Bastard,” she whispered, lowering her bottom to the bed. There was so much of him to enjoy, why was he teasing? They both wanted this. She slicked her finger over her clit, sending a shudder through her body.

  Dex pulled free and leaned over her, settling his cock against her, riding her slit. “Every rebellion deserves a punishment.”

  Her mouth dried. Her eyes filled. But she remained silent, slipping her hands from between their bodies and placing them on the bed beside her head, signaling her surrender.

  “Too late,” he whispered. Dex moved down her body until his head was level with her breasts. Her nipples were already tightly beaded, but he didn’t touch them. Instead, he kissed and sucked the soft flesh around her areolas.

  His touches made his point—that pleasure was his to give…or not. She held still, barely breathing, waiting for him to capture her nipples, excited but also afraid because the tension in her core had wound so tightly she might come if he drew hard enough.

  But he nuzzled the underside of her breast, bit the fleshy sides, then he glanced at her face.

  She wondered what her expression betrayed, because he gave her a look filled with promise, a tender reassurance. And then he dove for one nipple, toggling the tip with his tongue before latching his lips around her darkened areola and sucking.

  He drew hard, just as she’d feared, and her knees pulled up, hugging his torso. “No, Dex. Stop. Please, please.” Not because she didn’t love it, but because she was so aroused she might shatter like the vase she’d just broken.

  After a final tug, he let go of the nipple and moved across to the other one, this time chewing gently on the ripened bud and tugging it until it lengthened. “Your breasts are beautiful, Lace. But you know that. That’s why you bared them.”

  “Yes, I know,” she said, feeling shame for the first time for having tempted him in that blatant way. She’d done it out of childish rebellion because he’d spurned her. “But I wanted you.”

  “Do you always get what you want?” He leaned back, blowing air across her wet tip.

  Her breasts hardened, and she pushed them up, inviting his mouth to continue pleasuring them. “No. But I’m stubborn. It’s a fault, I know, but you made me angry.”

  “I didn’t like that every man on my boat was ogling these beauties,” he said roughly. “Because I knew I wouldn’t have cared if it had been anyone else but you.”

  Jealousy? Her breath caught at his admission. “I wasn’t offering myself to anyone but you.”

  Dex kissed her nipple then came down on his elbows.

  His weight and heat enveloped her. A comfort she didn’t expect.

  “We have different lives, Lace. And just three days.”

  Her eyes stung, but she gave him a smile. “We’ll make them count.”

  His teeth flashed. “Then let’s start now.” Once again, he pushed up on his arms. The tip of his cock eased inside her, and then thrust deeper than it had been before. With gentle strokes, he came deeper and deeper still.

  Lace began to quiver, her belly jumping, her legs shaking. She ignored his previous stricture about not touching him, because now, she had to. With a light touch, she slid her arms around his back and feathered her fingertips up and down his deeply indented spine. She felt every ripple, every tense and release motion. And deep inside, she felt her own body easing around him in lush, wet invitation.

  He stretched her, but not uncomfortably so. He filled her in ways that weren’t entirely physical. He stole her breaths, or rather, he commanded them, every gentle inward drive causing her to inhale, to drag air deep into her lungs.

  When, at last, he was fully seated, their bodies meshing below, he paused. His eyes closed for a moment, and she understood what he was feeling. Connection. Intimacy. Closeness to another human being.

  Emotions she’d never allowed, but with him were so natural. Why that should be, she didn’t know. But she wrapped her arms around him and held him.

  His sigh pushed against her chest, and he gave her a crooked smile. “I have you now.”

  She returned his grin. “Seems you do.” She kept silent the wish that they could linger in the moment. But she felt the pulse of his sex inside her, and knew that in moments, he’d have to move and give in to the urge to reach completion. The thought made her lips twitch, and she kissed his shoulder and nuzzled into the corner of his neck. “You can stay, you know.”

  “Right here?” he said, a smile in his voice.

  “In my cabana. For the night.” At his deep inhale, she realized she’d brought the outside world between them.

  His head rose, and he tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “I have to check in with my men.”

  “No worries. I just meant…”

  “I know. This is nice.” His gaze held hers.

  She wrinkled her nose. “It’s not nice. This is…” She lifted her shoulders. “I like this…with you.”

  “So do I. I don’t want to leave.”

  “But you can stay for a while…” Did she sound too needy? She hoped not. But she wanted him to know he was welcome here with her.

  “I’m here now, sweetheart.”

  Such a simple word. One she’d been called before and which she’d used with other boyfriends, but this time, hearing it made her feel special, even cherished. In that moment, she realized what she’d been missing in previous relationships, what her friend Maya had found. A true lover, not just a play partner. Someone who mattered.

  How
sad was it that this man, nearly a stranger, exposed a nerve like that. But she tucked away that little bit of insight to ponder later, because he rose again, fitting her legs higher on his hips, arranging her body for his pleasure. Spotting the re-harshening of his features, she knew this was it. That he’d bring them both to orgasm, no more playing around.

  There was no readying herself, no clear expectation of what that might feel like, because, yes, she’d had sex plenty of times, but she’d never been consumed by a man. And Lace knew this experience was going to be different and so much more.

  She eased back, laid her hands beside her head and held his gaze, letting him know she was his, for as long as this lasted. Perhaps she’d have to pick up the pieces later, but she’d savor every moment. Starting now.

  Chapter Four

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  Dex hadn’t thought it was possible for her to be any more perfect, but her abject surrender, the trust gleaming in her green eyes, made him ache. She was beautiful, and that in itself was a gift, but he’d had beautiful before. However, he’d never met a woman capable of humbling him.

  He wanted to be perfect for her, as well. But his raw desire was already taking over his mind. He’d drawn out this encounter to the point that his balls were painfully hard and tight, his cock ready to blow.

  Resting on one palm, he tucked a hand beneath her ass and began to rock, slow in and out lunges that had her channel caressing his entire length with gentle ripples. He began slowly, wanting to savor every stroke, but his urgency quickly built.

  Her own expression was changing, her eyelids dropping as her pleasure grew. Her cheeks reddened, perspiration made her skin glow. He had to be closer.

  Coming down on her, he clasped her hands, interweaving their fingers while he rocked.

  Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gave him a warm smile. “I could come right now.”

  “But you won’t.”

  Her fingers tightened. “I won’t.” But a flare of doubt was there in her eyes.

  Not that he minded. She wanted to obey. Wanted to wait until he was ready. So he quickened his thrusts, making them shorter, harder, liking the way her breaths gusted at the end of each stroke and the way her fingers curled and her nails bit into the backs of his hands. His pulse raced.