Smell it.
Bathe myself in it.
Like a final baptism, linking us together forever.
“Donovan, stop thinking.” She lifted her hand to touch over my heart again.
This time it was beating faster.
Urgent.
Demanding.
Beating a mile a minute for only her. My control was gone. I wasn’t sure if I’d given it over to her or if she’d just stolen it like a thief in the night—did it matter anyway? It was hers. I was hers. Always. Forever. Hers.
“Just feel me. Be here with me, just me and you,” she whispered, sensing my apprehension.
I watched, caressing the side of her cheek with the back of my fingers as we stared into each other’s eyes, seeing our truth, our tainted love, reflected back at us.
I wouldn’t come.
I couldn’t.
Not when she was being this delicate with me, but I didn’t stop her from trying. I could tell her mouth was becoming sore, tender, and it was enough to drive me over the edge, knowing I was causing her distress.
Pain and pleasure, they went hand in hand for me.
I growled, shooting my seed to the back of her throat, and she didn’t hesitate in swallowing every last drop of my come.
“Good girl.”
Smiling, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “We’re not finished.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded.
“I’m taking orders from you now?”
“Maybe. How does it feel?”
“Terrifying. Better hurry, pet. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to play this game with you.”
“Yes, Donovan.” She stood with my help. Grabbing my hand, she led me to the bed on the other side of the room.
Juliet’s eyes peered at the blood on the floor, but she quickly averted her stare back in front of her. She wanted to ask, but I wouldn’t tell.
At least, not right now.
We arrived at the bed, and she awkwardly looked over at my face. “Can I undress you, Master?”
“Master, is it now? What happened to Donovan?” I tested her, peering at her wide-eyed expression, needing her more than air and hating that I was desperate for more.
“Do you want me to call you Donovan?”
“This is your punishment, pet. What would be worse for you?”
She bit her lower lip, shrugging. “Neither or.”
Unable to identify what I felt about that, I changed the subject. “You can undress me, Juliet.”
“Pet.”
“Excuse me?”
“I like it when you call me pet.” Her voice lowered while her eyes lifted, meeting my expression like an equal. My cock stirred. Damn it, she was perfect. Everything I needed, wanted, craved.
“Noted. Now undress me.”
She did as she was told and placed her hands on my chest, trying to get me to sit on the edge of the mattress.
I did.
The little minx spread her legs over my lap and slowly sat on my dick, taking every last inch of me.
She let out a small gasp once I was fully inside of her, getting used to the size of my cock like she always had. Clearly determined, she wrapped her arms around my neck and began riding. This was the first time we ever had sex like this, and again, I didn’t know if it would be the last.
And as she continued to ride me, I realized it couldn’t be.
I wouldn’t let it be.
This wasn’t the last.
This was the last of many firsts.
And our forever.
She just didn’t know it yet.
Juliet
I softly pecked his lips, kissing him in a way I never had before. Teasing him with the tip of my tongue, I outlined his mouth. My tongue sought out his, and he kept my speed. Allowing me to set the pace, it turned passionate, needy, heady. Taking what the other needed. There was something agonizing about the way we devoured each other’s mouths.
Burning with fire.
In his flames, I found myself scorching in a blaze of glory. Deeper and deeper, we seared together. Further and further, we burned alive. Each of us pushing the other further until we were consumed by the hot flames as they licked across our sweaty skin.
I couldn’t get enough of him, wanting more. Wanting everything. Trying to become one person, I kissed him as if our lives depended on it. My fingers glided across his face, his chest, his back. My greedy hands seemed to find a million different reasons to continue to touch, grab.
He didn’t touch me, and I didn’t understand why until I realized he was waiting for me to tell him he could. It was the funniest feeling to finally get what I thought I’d wanted for so long.
I was wrong.
I wanted his caress.
His rough, demanding hands.
His brutal assault.
His wicked words and commands.
I wanted to make love, and it was only then that I truly understood that we had. All this time, all those thrusts, all those orders…
We were making love.
In our own way.
It was fucked up.
But it was ours.
“Please, Donovan… Please touch me. Take me like you want.” Not just like he wanted—like I needed. Like a person starved for one more caress, one more taste. I’d drink my fill until I was sick and overflowing with everything Donavon had.