Stealing Valentine

I rake my teeth over my lip, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“No, I mean…” I shrug. “I mean you trust me?”

“Implicitly,” he growls. “And I can’t think of a safer place for them than on you, seeing as keeping you safe and protected from anything in this world is everything to me.”

I blush, smiling at him as I gently put the priceless earrings on. Dutch whistles lowly.

“Damn,” he growls, his eyes sweeping over me—nude but for the diamonds.

“Now you truly look like a princess,” he says quietly, his voice thick as he moves into me, scooping me up into his arms.

“My princess.”

He kisses me slowly as he carries me back through the house, through the master bedroom and into the master bath. The huge, porcelain tub is steaming and brimming with bubbles, situated right next to a big picture window looking out over the moon-lit ocean. Dutch shuts the lights off, and suddenly, the only light is the moon and a few candles lit around the tub.

“Your bath awaits,” he purrs.

“Okay, keep treating me like this, and you’re going to spoil me.”

He growls, his lips teasing across mine.

“Good. I want you spoiled. I want to lavish you with everything this world has to offer. I want you spoiled and mine—my own little spoiled brat of a princess.”

“A brat, huh?” I whisper heatedly. “And…” I blush fiercely. “And do brats get punished.”

“Definitely,” he growls.

He steps into the tub, still kissing me as he lowers us both into the warm, sudsy water. I groan, sighing as the steam and the heat sooth my deliciously sore body. And yet, sore or not, I want more.

I sink into him, taking him by surprise as I slide into his lap, my legs curling around him. Dutch growls, his big hands sliding up and down my back, teasing my skin as our lips come together. One hand slides into my hair, pulling it tight enough to make me moan into his mouth. The other slides down to cup my ass possessively, gripping it tight as his hard cock pulses between my spread legs.

“Insatiable little thing, aren’t you,” he groans.

“Uh-huh,” I breath, dropping my lips to his neck. “I think you created a monster.”

My teeth rake across his neck, and he hisses, grunting as his cock throbs against me.

“Greedy girl,” he growls, his hand tightening on me before suddenly, I gasp as he picks me up. He spins me, turning me in the soapy water and pushing me against the porcelain rim of the big tub. I moan, feeling him bend me over, moving me onto my knees as his coiled, muscled body slides up behind me.

“You want more, huh?” he snarls into my ear, making me shiver and moan as I feel his rock hard body draped over my back.

“Yes,” I breathe, whimpering. “I want it all.”

“Good girl.”

His lips press to the center of my back, and slowly, I feel them start to work their way lower. I gasp, arching my back, shaking on my knees with my elbows on the edge of the tub. His hands skim down my body, teasing me, brushing down around my hips like he might be going for my pussy, but pulling away instead just to tease me. He grips my hips, pulling them back so that my ass is high up in the air, my back arched as I tremble, waiting for what’s to come.

He kisses his way down one cheek of my ass, making me murmur and coo before he moves to the other side, kissing it as well. He moves lower, centering his mouth, and when I suddenly feel that tongue drag over my swollen, eager pussy, I cry out into the moon and candle-lit bathroom. Dutch growls behind me, his hands tight on my ass, spreading me wide open for him. I blush fiercely, knowing he can see everything, but wanting him to.

Because all of me is his.

His tongue delves deep between my lips, rolling inside of me and making me gasp as the pleasure ripped through me. He swipes it up and down, dragging over my sensitive pussy and driving me wild. He flicks the tip over my clit, swirling his tongue over the eager nub before moving back up and pushing it inside. He growls into me, the sound so full of lust and desire and ferocity that I’m whimpering for more. He drinks down my honey, letting it run down his lips and chin as he tongues me faster, and deeper, making me gasp for more.

Dutch moves back to my clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. I cry out, pleasure exploding through me as his tongue bats across the aching nub until my knees are shaking. The steamy hot, bubbly water sloshes around me, teasing across the backs of my thighs and over my nipples as I bend over the edge of the tub for him. His tongue swirls faster and harder, making my whole body tremble and clench tighter and tighter, until there’s no holding back.