Arden snatched up her charcoal and started drawing. The desperate urge to capture the moment, to capture him, welled up. As her hand moved, her tense muscles started to relax. Even as her hand moved faster, she felt calmer, smoother.
“Lean back more,” she ordered. “You’ve just returned from battle and you’re taking a well-deserved break.”
He eyed her for a beat, then leaned back. The hard muscles in his abdomen flexed.
She blew out a breath. It still wasn’t quite right. Could she—?
Arden lifted her head, and took a chance. “Can you take the rest of your clothes off?”
Her words fell into silence. He just stared at her, his face unreadable.
She swallowed against her dry throat and stared back at him.
Then he pushed himself up and rose. With slow, methodical movements, he unfastened his trousers. Her breath hitched. In one quick move, he shucked his pants and black boxers off.
Her chest went solid. He sank back down and reclined on the blanket again.
Oh. God.
Every inch of him was perfection. As he lay there, she sketched his sleek flank and the one hard cheek of his ass that she could see. His legs were powerful and muscled.
She let herself look at the faint shadow of his cock.
She bent her head over her paper, sketching fast. He was pure, masculine beauty and she had to capture it all.
“Turn a little more toward me,” she said.
He shifted. And now she had a perfect view of his cock. She swallowed. He was hard, his cock, thick and full.
Arden felt a rush of wet between her legs. She clenched her thighs, her pulse throbbing under her skin.
She kept sketching.
The dark knight had survived the fight. Now, he was home, his body raging with need.
As she studied the image on her paper, filling in some detail with her charcoal, she sensed him move.
She lifted her head and the air rushed out of her.
He’d curled one strong hand around his cock, giving it one hard pump. Her belly clenched and she sucked in a harsh breath.
“Watch, Arden.” His voice was a harsh growl as he stroked his cock. “Watch what you do to me.”
Cazzo. Dom stroked himself. His cock was as hard as steel. He could feel Arden watching him, and desire was coiling at the base of his spine, waiting to strike.
He looked at her face. Her lips were parted, her gaze on his cock. Her body was shifting restlessly on the grass.
“You are so beautiful,” she breathed.
He blinked. No one had ever called him beautiful before. “Not as beautiful as you.”
Her eyelashes fluttered. “I’ve heard pretty and attractive, but no one’s ever called me beautiful, either.”
It was more than just her looks. It was the inner sense of calm and caring that emanated from inside her. Dom had learned at a very young age to know when a pretty face hid kindness, or rot. If someone would help you, or hurt you.
He stroked again, a groan tearing out of him. He heard her breathing hitch.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Hot,” she confessed, shifting again.
“Pull up you skirt, Arden.”
She shivered, then tentatively, reached down. Her fingers slid over her skirt and wadded the fabric. Dom’s pulse jumped. She started pulling the material up slowly, baring slender legs inch by inch.
Her skin gleamed in the moonlight. She pulled the fabric up to her thighs.
“Bella. See what you do to me.” He canted his hips forward.
Her gaze was glued to his hard cock.
“Touch yourself,” he murmured.
She swallowed. With the hand not stained with charcoal, she reached under the hem of her skirt. She made a small sound that made heat break out over his skin.
“Slide your panties aside. Stroke yourself.”
She obeyed, her head falling back like it was too heavy for her neck.
“That’s it. You’re gorgeous.” His cock throbbed intensely. It wouldn’t be long before he was spilling all over himself.
Her legs shifted, and he watched her hand move faster.
“How do you feel?” he asked. “Are you wet?”
She nodded. “Yes. So wet.”
Her eyes locked with his. She kept stroking. Both of them stroking together.
“That’s it, Arden.”
“Oh. Oh—” Her eyes widened.
“Let go, bella.”
Suddenly, she cried out, the noise echoing through the trees. It took all of Dom’s control not to rush over to her. To push her down on the grass, to taste her, touch her, and cover her body with his.
Her head fell forward and she was panting.
“Beautiful,” he said.
She lifted her head, looking at him. He was stroking his cock faster now.
Then she moved, launching herself forward and crawling across the grass to him.
He stiffened. “Arden—”
Slender hands touched his, surrounding his cock. At the brush of her skin, he groaned, his hips pushing upward.
“You’re beautiful, too.” Her voice was husky.
They stroked his cock together, and he felt his orgasm bearing down like a hunter with the scent.
And then before he knew what she had planned, she ducked her head toward his lap. He sucked in a sharp breath, and then she wrapped her mouth around the swollen head of his cock.
Dom’s groan was ripped violently out of him. The hot feel of her mouth combined with the suction almost made him come, then and there. He looked down, and seeing her hair spilling over his thighs almost finished him off.
She licked him and then sucked him deep.
“Arden… Wait…” He sank a hand in her hair, but kept his grip gentle. He never wanted to hurt her or scare her.
She sucked harder, pulling him deeper into her mouth.
Sensations exploded inside him.
With a roar, Dom came. Arden swallowed him down, her fingers digging into his hips. Lights blinked behind his eyes, and pleasure tore him apart and put him back together.
When he could think again, his lungs were working like bellows. He tried to scrounge up some control. Arden pulled back, licking her lips. Her face was flushed.
He growled. All thoughts flew out of his head and he reached for her. She let
