Fate (Steel Brothers Saga 13)

“Sure I do. You want me like I want you.”

He clenched his teeth, his jaw tightening under my fingertips. “I want to rip your clothes off your body, shred them into tiny pieces if that’s what it takes. Then I want to sink my cock so far into you that our bodies never come apart.”

A chill swept over my skin. I hadn’t expected such bluntness, but it made me want him even more.

“I want you to,” I said.

“Daphne, you don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking, Brad Steel. I want to feel every part of you joined with every part of me. And I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Brad

I was burning so hot right now, I almost felt like I could dissolve Daphne’s clothes with a mere look.

She was so beautiful.

And so innocent.

She thought she knew what she was asking for, but truly, she didn’t. I didn’t just fuck. I took everything a woman’s body had to offer me. I took control, and I liked it.

Daphne Wade wasn’t ready for the kind of sex I liked, and for her, I’d make an exception.

For her, I’d do anything.

Fucking anything.

She’d asked me about fate. About destiny. Only moments before, I’d been certain she was my soul mate.

Which meant we were both thinking the same thing.

God, my cock was aching to get out of these fucking pants.

Should I? Should I give her what she asked for? I could sink into her for days and never want to come up for air. Days upon days upon days.

She stood, gazing into my eyes, her lips swollen from the kiss I’d given her earlier. That kiss. It was that amazing. That magnificent.

My balls ached. My cock burned.

I pulled her to me and grabbed the front of her dress. Such flimsy fabric. I could rip it down the front with minimal effort.

How I was tempted.

“One day,” I whispered, “I’m going to tear this dress from your body.”

Her brown eyes went wide.

“But not tonight.”

She looked visibly relieved. “It’s new.”

“The next time you wear it around me, it won’t last long.” I eased the stretchy fabric over her shoulders, taking it down to the tops of her breasts. Her cleavage beckoned. Daphne had perfect breasts, more than enough to fill my large hands.

I met her gaze, and she nodded ever so slightly.

I untightened the tie holding her wrap dress and then brushed it over her breasts, letting it sit on her hips.

I drew in a swift breath.

Her bra was black lace, her tits scrumptiously overflowing. I cupped them, trailing my fingers over the soft exposed flesh. Her nipples tightened against the lace, two hard berries begging to be touched. Sucked. Bitten.

“Has anyone else touched these breasts?” I asked gruffly.

She shook her head.

God, she truly was innocent.

“I’ll be the first,” I said, “and the last.”

She widened her eyes, but in truth, the words probably surprised me more than they did her. Yeah, I’d thought about destiny. Yeah, I’d used the word soul mate. But to hear such words actually escape my throat was new. Very new.

And the words rang very true.

“I’m going to take off your bra now, Daphne.”

She nodded.

I deftly unhooked the garment in back and let it fall over her arms to the floor in a black heap on the blue carpeting.

Then her breasts…

They fell against her porcelain chest, the pink-brown nipples hard and turgid.

For a moment, I thought I could be happy merely looking at her, letting my gaze drift over her perfection.

But only for a moment.

I cupped the soft mounds, her skin silken against my rough hands. Her nipples stretched forward, as if begging for my touch. I thumbed them both gently.

“Oh!” she gasped.

Truly untouched. And so very beautiful.

I bent my head—

“What are you doing?”

I met her brown gaze. “I want to kiss your breasts, baby. Suck on your nipples.”

“O…kay.”

“You’ll love it. Trust me.”

She nodded. I gently kissed one nipple. A soft sigh crept out of her throat.

“Good?” I said against her skin.

“Yes. Good.” She sighed again.

I rained tiny kisses over both nipples and the tops of her breasts, getting her ready for what would come next.

Then I sucked one nipple between my lips.

A swift inhale squeaked from her throat.

Damn, this going slowly was more difficult than I ever imagined. I wanted to rip that dress the rest of the way off, shove her panties to the side, and sink my cock into her warmth. My already blue balls were going to be ready to fall off by the time I got where I was going.

But she was worth it. Somehow, I knew she was worth it.

I continued sucking gently on her nipple despite wanting to bite it hard and make her scream.

I liked my sex rough. I liked my women to submit.

But Daphne Wade was so innocent. Her innocence went further than her being a virgin. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her, but I felt such an ache to protect her at all costs.