Now he showed her this was on his terms, always on his terms. Part of his punishment was the spanking, but that also aroused Cora. The firmer part of the punishment was increasing her need to orgasm by the spanking and then refusing it. The wild look in her eye told him it worked—she was quite uncomfortable now. She might’ve wanted to beg him to finish her now, but he worked her slowly … drawing out the rise of her climax.
She cupped his face, her lips following his every move. He shifted his hips in a steady pace, devoured her neck, and rubbed his chest against her hard nipples. Her inner walls clamped against him and she was so deliciously wet. Every thrust made her more so. Every pump of his hips tightened her heat. Each move he made darkened her eyes to a stormy blue. Yet Cora needed hard thrusts to orgasm.
Aidan was never past having a slight evil side. Now he drew out her orgasm until she possibly couldn’t bear it. Pinning her beneath him, he placed a hand on top of her head, and moved swiftly. He dropped a kiss onto her puffy lips and her breath became ragged. Her moans were desperate, yet the hitch he heard was filled with emotion.
r /> He was right there, too.
Pure affection shown in the simplest primal form, he poured all of what he felt for her into his kiss. Each move he made wasn’t out of domination. It wasn’t out of expectations, or requesting submission, he made love to her. Which was what he wanted, if he wanted to take her roughly he would have.
No toys. No ropes. No wax. Only a man consuming a woman in the most primal form.
She was his.
He was hers.
They were connected, consumed with each other.
This moment, with them together in such perfection, equaled something so exquisite. His lips rested against hers as their moans deepened. He stared into her eyes, consumed by a soul he’d never hurt again; a woman who was patient, kind, and loving.
A woman who had made him live again.
This woman he vowed to always hold just like this, always kiss and touch with passion, and always remind her that she was special and undeniably loved. She’d always know how beautiful she was, how the world was better with her in it, and that no woman other than her mattered to him.
His heart swelled in the same moment moisture sputtered against his sac. The first signs of her orgasm made him growl. “Yes, luv, come on me like this—trapped beneath me, protected by me.” He thrust deeper—harder. She arched into him as her hands gripped his shoulders and her fingernails dug into his flesh.
He welcomed the mark.
She had bared his soul and branded it.
The connection that had developed the moment he’d met Cora spun around him in a magical embrace. A bond so intense it took him time to see it. He’d never be blinded again. There it was, waiting for him to take it.
She had offered him her love and submission.
Now there was no going back.
As he rocked into her, his cock was hard and demanding, rubbing against her sensitive spot inside. He thrust faster … harder. Her loud, feminine moans consumed him as her body stiffened. Her mouth was parted with her lovely moans and her eyes were wide, lost in desire. “Please …”
He increased the speed of his thrusts to give her what she craved. With a harsh hitch to her breath and with glossy eyes, she erupted into orgasm, treating his cock to hard spasms and flooding him with her moisture.
She stared openly at him, and he didn’t look away. As if in this moment they needed to do something together. They no longer fought against the truth or each other, but accepted that somehow they’d made it.
That they’d both changed … for each other, to find love.
He tumbled into the connection that had weaved its way so naturally into his life. He bucked and jerked and roared out his release. His hot semen sputtered from his cock and rushed into her. And her inner walls held tight against him, as if he’d finally given her everything and she greedily welcomed it.
Once they crashed into a state of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies, Aidan held her stare as tears welled in Cora’s eyes. Tears that didn’t break him. Tears that made him rejoice that he was there to comfort her.
He gathered her in his arms and said what he’d always said, “Come closer, luv.”
A rush of emotions filled his heart.
When her sniffles quieted, she gave a soft laugh. “I planned to call you an evil bastard for bringing me that close to orgasm and then refusing it.” She hesitated, snuggling into him. “But now I can’t seem to do that.”
He laughed with her. He never minded her sass. In fact, it was completely part of Cora’s charm. “Things would’ve gone very differently if you had said that.” He trailed his fingers over her back with a long sigh.
All his pain had washed away. Cora’s submission had healed him. Her love grounded him. With her in his arms, an undeniable truth developed in his mind. A Dom took care of a submissive, but that Dom was nothing without a submissive who cared for him in return.
As she sniffed again, he pulled her on top of him, and she straddled his waist. Her disheveled hair, matched with her pink cheeks, kept him smiling. “I should punish such sass out of you.”