Drago (Made Men 6)

Unable to take it anymore when a knuckle pushed down on her clit, she grabbed his wrist to hold it in place.

Drago twisted his hand free, sliding his fingers through her cleft to her opening, gliding inside so smoothly it didn’t even cause a ripple in the water. Her toes clenched when he licked the curve of her shoulder as his finger roved higher. More water sloshed over the side when his movements became faster and harder.

The only part of his body that was touching her was his hand, and it wasn’t enough.

“Drago, I need….”

“I know what you need.” His low voice sent shivers up her spine. Risking drowning, she released the side of the tub to run her hands over his chest. Curls of hair tickled her palms as she self-indulgently touched Drago. She loved being able to touch him, feeling the pounding of his heart underneath her hand. It was a power trip that had her thighs clenching on the hand that was touching her intimately. That somehow, she was in control of the large dangerous man who everyone feared would take them out. She knew he would stop the second she told him to; the gentleness he was touching her with showed that and more. It was a loving touch that was centered on her pleasure without asking anything for himself.

His skin was damp from the steam of the water, and his harsh face showed the torture he was going through to restrain himself.

Leaning forward, she placed a sweet kiss above his heart, sending more water over the edge as Drago’s hand jerked in reaction.

“This tub is big enough for two.” She moaned as her hands went to his shoulders, trying to pull him in the water with her forgetting that he still had his pants and shoes on. She just wanted to be able to touch every inch of him, and the tub was providing him a barrier from the needs that were swamping her.

He shook his head, pulling his hand away from her to come up out of the water to hold her chin. “I can’t do that.”

“Why?” she pleaded with her eyes, afraid he was going to leave her in need again.

“Because I have something I need to ask you.”

Kat looked at him confused for a second, but when his dry hand came up from his pocket holding a ring, she stared at the beautiful platinum metal that matched her wedding ring. This ring, however, held a beautiful black diamond.

“Will you marry me?” Drago asked, his voice heavy. “I want to marry you for real this time. Not because someone told us to, but because I love you.”

Tears flooded her eyes. She hadn’t thought she’d ever be the girl who would be gushy when a man asked her to marry him. It was a moment that she hadn’t been given before, and now here Drago was, giving her that moment, making it all the more special as they were already legally wed and wed in God’s eyes.

“Of course,” she cried, letting Drago take her left hand to slide on the beautiful ring that she couldn’t have picked better herself.

She wanted to jump out of the water or pull him in, but her husband made the choice for her as he reached for a large towel and lifted her into the cocooning warmth. Standing her on her feet, he used the towel to dry her, not even missing the sole of her feet, murmuring to her how beautiful his wife was with every spot he dried. Being pampered and spoiled wasn’t what she was used to, but it was soooo nice she never wanted it to end.

It didn’t, as she was picked up and brought to their bed.

Knowing that she was about to get her wish she wanted fulfilled, her heart raced till his lips came down on hers, slowing her pounding heart back down.

That was all she needed to writhe underneath him. She became pliable in his arms, following every direction he wanted. It was evident in both their eyes that this time wasn’t going to be slow and sweet, both of them in too much need for that.

“I promise to fuck you slowly next time,” he growled, covering her with his huge frame.

Feeling the steady pressure of his dick filling her, she willingly tilted her hips upward at the urging of his hands cupping her bottom. Uncaring of how he fucked her as long as he did.

When Drago moaned out for her to stay still, she froze, experiencing the building pressure within her and ignoring the instincts that told her to thrust back against him. It was a dance in which Drago led her where he wanted her to go. Each stroke and thrust of his body into hers sent spiraling peaks of desire that traveled all the way down to her toes.