Desired (Club Sin 3)

His eyes blazed with his dark grin. “You’re damn right you are.”

Hot and hard, Kyler gripped Ella’s hair, pinning her where he wanted her. He hooked her leg onto his arm and his hands bracketed her ass; her petite body pressed tight against his. Threatened. Last night, his woman had been afraid. And she fucking tried to do what she did all the time when she confronted hard times, push him away. He might be considerate of a lot, but that was one thing he would never allow. She could be mad. She could be fearful and fighting against what he needed from her, but those words to him sent his world crashing around him.

He could not endure a life without Ella.

All his dominance, his possessiveness, and his desire unleashed in a way he could not control. It was one thing to worry of the future and to struggle as they found their way. It was another thing to tell him that the woman he found to love was having thoughts of walking away from him.

Sliding his nose across her warm neck, he inhaled her sweet scent. She remained still under his touch. She acted like a woman unsure of her

steps, and submissive, like a woman craving to let go.

“All mine, Ella.” He licked up her sweaty flesh on her neck, enjoying the salty taste. “Your skin is mine to touch.” He inhaled by her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Your scent is mine to drawn in. Your body is mine to enjoy.”

“Yes.” She gasped. “Yours.”

He bit into the skin on her neck, keeping her motionless beneath him. Lust and dominance had him shifting his hips and sliding his cock into her slick heat, soaked with arousal. Consumed by the masculine need of having his woman threatened, he thrust into her, pumping his hips fast and hard. Loud gasps echoed from her mouth as she arched into each eager stroke.

He didn’t hold back, as he wasn’t capable of restraining all the emotion that had been battling inside him. Every stroke banged his pelvis against her clit. Each hard thrust took her higher. Her soaked cunt squeezed at his cock with his ruthless strokes. Her hooded eyes held his, so dark in desire. Submission brushed across her features as she remained still, taking all of him inside her.

Accepting all he gave her.

“You are mine to protect when you’re in need,” he growled, grasping her damp hair tight in his fist. “Mine to make sure you never feel alone again. Mine to care for when I know you need to be loved.” Pleasure swept across him, increasing the speed of his thrusts. “Mine to pleasure when I want.”

“Yes,” she screamed, pulling against his touch attempting to angle her head.

He gripped the strands of her hair, not being careful. This lesson would not be given with words. He forced her where he wanted her, looking him right in the eye. Always looking at him. “You will watch me take what is mine, Ella.”

Pumping his hips, heat burned up his spine, drawing his climax, increasing the force of his thrusts. Faster. Deeper. He stared down into her pretty face as she accepted his dominance. His muscles ached, holding her in position, sweat coating his flesh as skin slapped against skin. The sucking sounds of their lovemaking rang out in his ears as her hot cunt saturated his shaft.

Her soft breasts pressed against him, her puckered nipples scraping over his skin. His cock ached, throbbing with each squeeze of her inner walls. He craved to blow inside her, leave his seed right there in her for her body to know that she belonged to him.

As her eyes widened and her inner muscles convulsed with the rise of her climax, his balls drew up. Heat and tingles rushed down his spine, and his muscles flexed as the power of his release overtook him.

Then his world broke apart, as did hers.

With a roar, they came together, in a pure release of pent-up emotion they’d been drowning in. Sweat and the scent of sex was all that remained, as was the understanding that in they had each other.

He bucked and jerked as his cum shot deep inside her. Each pulse pulled at something in his soul. This woman was his all. He quivered as his body drained of energy, and he fought against the loss of strength.

As she trembled, whimpering in his arms, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. “Doubt will break us.” He forced himself to look at her, finding tears in her eyes. Not of sadness, but soft, happy eyes. He cupped her cheeks, bringing his mouth close to hers. “Don’t allow anything to break us.”

A single tear slid down her cheek. “Not being ourselves will break us, too. I don’t want you to see me as broken, Kyler. I need you to let go of my past. I’ve moved on, and I want you to as well.”

He sighed, unhooking her leg from his arm. He left her pinned to the wall, unable to break free from her. He needed her close. Always in his arms. “I’m trying to find a way through all this. But I simply cannot forget what has happened to you. Please don’t ask me to turn a blind eye to something this important.”

Christ, he saw the imprint of this moment on her. The utter release she experienced; there was no pain in her eyes, no worry, no fear, only a free mind that had dropped into a state of bliss.

“Just be like this with me.” She leaned in to him and held his stare, gazing at him with adoring eyes he had craved for so long. “Always like this. I want this side of you. I want to be touched by you this way. I want to live in the present.”

As she said it, he didn’t know if he had it in him. He’d flogged many submissives. Hell, he’d used pain to bring pleasure many times. But even now, the second the thought entered his mind, all he saw was Rory.

All he saw was her scar running down the side of her face.

Today he’d been threatened, pushed to extremes. Now that the intensity had faded, his touch turned soft. Gentle. When he dragged his finger down her arm, she frowned.

He ignored her.

None of this was that simple. He couldn’t forget. “I have said no to impact play, and that is a final answer. It will come in time, Ella. We will get there. Believe in that.”