Dominated (The Enforcers 2)

Evangeline.

She was waiting for him. Naked, the soft glow of the living room lights making her shine like an angel. She was kneeling on the carpet in a position of subservience, her head slightly bowed, but her gaze met his boldly, desire clearly illuminated in her beautiful eyes.

When he saw the faintest flicker of uncertainty shadow her gaze, it instantly propelled him into motion. Over his dead body would she feel fear or uncertainty over offering him such a precious gift.

He strode to where she knelt and then slid to his knees in front of her, both of his hands reaching out to cup her face. He drew her forward and crushed her lips to his.

“Now this is every man’s dream to come home to,” he murmured, still devouring her lips.

She looked shyly up at him when he released her mouth. “I hoped you didn’t mind. I just . . . I just wanted . . .” She broke off and looked downward with obvious discomfort.

He nudged her chin upward with his fingers until their gazes met once more.

“What did you want, Angel?” he asked gently.

“I want you,” she said earnestly. “I want for things to be the way they were before . . .”

She flushed and once more averted her gaze.

“You have to know I’d give you anything in the world you want, Angel.”

“I just want you,” she whispered. “Like before. Your dominance.”

Her words shattered the tenuous hold on his control. Control he hadn’t even realized he’d been exerting since her return. But now he acknowledged it had been there. Fear of pushing her too hard, too far, too fast. Of losing her. And yet here she was, on her knees, sweetly pleading for the one thing he wanted most to give her.

With an agonized groan, he swept her into his arms, leaving his briefcase on the floor. He carried her into the bedroom and carefully laid her on the bed. For several long seconds, he merely stood over her, staring down at her beautiful body. At the warm welcome in her eyes.

He was home.

The thought humbled him in a way he’d never been humbled before. None of the places he’d lived had ever felt like home. Until now. Because of his angel. It didn’t matter where they lived. As long as she was there each day when he got home, it would always feel like a real home.

“What are you thinking?” she asked softly.

“How lucky I am,” he said honestly. “How beautiful you are. How much I want to make love to you right now.”

Slowly, she rose to her knees on the mattress in front of him.

“Then take me, Drake. Make me yours. Tonight I want to be everything you want and need. Only for you. All for you.”

His chest tightened with an unidentified emotion. For a moment, he was bereft of words as he stared at what belonged to him.

“What is it you most want tonight, Drake?” she whispered close to his ear.

Her lips brushed against his neck, just below his ear, and then she nuzzled down his jawline until she reached his lips.

He dove his fingers into her thick mass of hair and anchored her against him so that every breath he breathed in was her.

“Make love to me,” he murmured. “Tonight I am yours to do with as you wish. As you command.”

“Then undress for me,” she said in a soft voice.

Captivated by the seductive enchantress before him, he readily complied, pulling off his suit coat and then yanking his shirt from his pants. In a matter of seconds, his shoes and socks went sailing across the floor followed by the remainder of his clothing and underwear.

Her gaze was fastened on his straining erection and he damn near came on the spot when she licked her lips in anticipation.

“I’m all yours, Angel. Tell me. Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with your man?”

“Speaking isn’t exactly high on my agenda,” she said huskily. “I had more in mind to show you.”

He groaned in tortured satisfaction when her tongue flicked out to swipe at the moisture already beading the head of his penis. She licked teasingly around the head, pausing at the sensitive underside to stroke with her tongue until he was straining forward, trying to push farther into her mouth.

She sucked him deep, eagerly complying with his silent demand for more. Her cheeks puffed and then hollowed as she exerted more pressure and took him to the back of her throat. He let out a guttural-sounding protest when she allowed him to slide free of her mouth, but then she reached for him, pulling him to the bed.

He reclined and she followed him down, throwing her leg over him to straddle his hips. His cock was positioned at the V of her legs and lay against the soft skin of her belly. He rested his hands on either side of her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he urged her to ride him.