Blood and Roses (Tainted Hearts 3.5)

“Yes.”

Her breath was stuck in her throat before she let it out in a loud whoosh.

“You are mine now, Maria.”

I purposely used her name, watching her reaction. She surprised me when her lips tilted up in a small ghost smile.

“I like that,” she breathed gently, our eyes clashing together.

It didn’t matter which part she liked…whether it was her name or the fact that I proclaimed she was mine.

But in a matter of seconds, her quiet, sweet acceptance broke every fucking self-control I fought against. The urge to claim what was mine hit me harder than before.

My fingers dug into her hips, not so hard as to leave pain, but enough to let her know who was in control. Our lips were close, only inches apart.

I stayed above her, not moving. She breathed, watching me through half-lidded eyes. My other hand came up to her cheek, my thumb stroking the softness gently.

“I didn’t plan for this. I didn’t come into this room for this, but I can’t seem to stop myself, little Angel,” I said, my voice huskier than before. I should have been a better man and stopped this.

But every single sensibility was gone. There was no point controlling my body or the fiery lust coursing through my body for this woman.

So I turned off my mind and focused only on what was next to me.

I focused only on her.

No self-control. I let myself go as my lips made a slow descent toward hers.

She stopped breathing as our lips touched. Or was it me who stopped breathing?

It didn’t matter though, because the second our lips touched, a jolt of electrifying desire shot through me.

The connection was fierce and electrifying. Scary yet it felt so…right.

My lips moved over her, tentatively at first, until I wanted more. I pressed harder just a little bit, and she gasped so softly, her lips parting.

It gave me the perfect move. My tongue slipped past her lips, tasting her. She was slow, her hands creeping up to my arms, holding onto me for dear life.

And I let her.

I let myself be her anchor while I drowned in her.

Every touch, every breath…every swirl of my tongue jolted my heart into beating faster. The lust became fiercer until all I felt was her.

When her lips moved against my own, the world slammed to a stop. And then it was spinning wildly, driving me crazy.

She was kissing me back, her lips tentative, slow, inexperienced, gentle but a kiss nonetheless.

I froze, letting her control the kiss. Her mouth feathered over mine. Even through the layer of clothing, I felt her nails biting into my arm.

This felt so much more.

Her touch moved upward slowly, tracing my arm up to my neck. Against my own will, I was moving with her.

My fingers trailed up her naked body as I started kissing her again. Her tongue met mine, dancing together, kissing, mating, loving.

Our bodies fell together, the pieces falling into place. It was strange…my mind refusing to accept it, but my heart welcomed it.

Stupidly, without thinking, I let my heart be in control this time.

My hand slipped behind her neck, pulling her upward, the kiss deeper and harder now.

She moaned.

A soft croaky moan coming from deep within her broke every single control. The beast was unleashed as I pushed her on her back, my body looming over hers.

A predator trapping his prey.

I didn’t give her time to think before I claimed her lips again, wanting more of everything.

I wanted to draw her moans from her throat, wanting to hear her sound of pleasure. Pleasure that I was giving her.

Sucking on her lower lip, I pulled it between my teeth, biting softly. She moaned again, her body moving restlessly underneath mine.

My eyes opened to find hers closed, her head thrown back as she savored our kiss. Maybe her first kiss.

My lips left hers. “I didn’t plan this, Maria. I wasn’t going to touch you, but fuck, I can’t stop myself. I want you so fucking much,” I panted with each breath.

Her eyes snapped open, but I was kissing her again, drinking in her gasps and moans.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel me?” I growled, putting her body closer to mine.

My knees pushed her legs apart, my lower half settling between her parted thighs. I thrust my hardness between her legs, wanting her to feel me.

She pulled back, her body shaking, her red swollen lips parted, yet no sound was made.

Only my clothes separated us…my cock from her pussy. It would be so easy to take her, fuck her right there, have her virgin blood on the white sheet, showing everyone that she was mine.

But this wasn’t about me.

How could it be about me when I had someone as divine and exquisite as Maria underneath my body, her mind and heart willing?

Her breathing came out in harsh pants as my hands moved over her body. My fingers trailed over her right breast, my thumb circling the erect nipple.