No one had ever looked at her like that before.
He pushed her thighs apart and moved lower. Anticipation and nerves made her jumpy, like she was going to slip out of her skin.
Then his mouth was on her.
“Dom!” Arden pushed her hips against that clever mouth. His tongue stabbed inside her. Desire spilled through her—hot and demanding—making it hard to breathe.
“I love your taste,” he said. “I’m drunk on you, Arden.”
Then he didn’t say anything else, just kept torturing her with his mouth.
Her last shred of control slipped. She tried to say something, but the pleasure was too big. As sensation crashed over her, her scream echoed in the shadows.
Dom lifted his head, desire pumping through him.
He was usually always intensely aware of his surroundings. He’d grown up knowing he had to always watch his back.
But with Arden, his focus was only on her.
Aliens could storm the room and he wouldn’t notice. And the way she was looking at him right now…
There was need and want mixed in her beautiful, violet-blue eyes. She shifted, pushing herself upright, and jumped on him.
Dom grunted, catching her. Her mouth collided with his, and the kiss was wild, hungry. She straddled him, and he slid one hand into her silky hair. He moved his other hand down to cup her ass.
“Bella.”
“I want you, Dom. Now. Inside me, please.”
He’d never make his woman beg. Whatever she needed, he’d give it to her. He yanked the loose shirt she wore over her head. Their eyes locked.
Dom moved one hand between their bodies. Her hips shifted and when his fingers brushed her belly, he felt her suck in a breath.
“I have a contraceptive implant,” she panted.
He gripped the base of his throbbing cock and she lifted her hips. The swollen head of him rubbed against her, where she was slick and warm. She bit down on her bottom lip. She shifted again, and his cock lodged against the folds between her legs.
She gasped, he hissed.
Then, with a primal urgency, she gripped his shoulders and lowered herself down.
Intense pleasure. His cock slid inside her and he felt her body give, taking him in. He watched her face, the emotions that flowed through her eyes, the need stamped on her delicate features.
“Dom—”
“Take me, bella,” he said between gritted teeth.
He saw a flicker of pain on her face, and stilled. He knew it had been a long time for her. But her fingers dug into his skin, and she kept lowering her hips. Determination glinted on her face.
“Bella, take your time—”
“No.” She kept pushing down. “It stings a little.” She made a small, husky sound. “You stretch me.”
He growled, his entire body shaking. He wanted to move, to shove completely inside her. To possess.
But he stayed still and let her lead.
Then, finally, he was lodged deep inside. He groaned.
She cupped his cheeks. “It feels so good.”
“Bella.” He kissed her.
She started to rise and fall. As she found her rhythm, her face flushed, and he’d never seen her look more beautiful.
Arden started to move faster, husky sounds coming from her throat. She was taking her pleasure, riding him, using him. And he loved it.
“Yes, Arden.”
“Oh, God, Dom!”
He moved his hand between their surging bodies and touched her clit. He thumbed it, rolling it between his fingers.
Her movements turned jerky. “I…oh, oh…”
He gripped her hip with his free hand, keeping her moving. His cock felt ready to burst.
Suddenly, she exploded, her release coming fast and hard. She cried out.
Dom’s entire body was on fire. As her body clamped down on his, rippling around his hard cock, he shifted. He shoved her onto her back on the bed.
He felt possessed. He drove into her. Her nails dug into his shoulders.
“Take what you need, my knight.”
Her husky murmur made him growl. He thrust inside her over and over. It wasn’t gentle or slow, and he needed more. He hitched one slim leg up around his hip, giving him deeper access.
Fast and hard, he hammered inside her. With each thrust, a grunt was torn from him. He wanted to mark her, possess her. He felt like a beast in rut.
Arden moaned beneath him, her arms and legs clinging to him. “Dom!”
“Mine, bella.” It was a deep, barely intelligible growl.
“Yes!”
And with that final word, Dom’s release roared through him. He came, his back arching as he thrust to the root, and he groaned through his orgasm.
Chapter Ten
Arden pressed her hands to the tiles in her shower.
“I can’t hold on,” she panted.
“Don’t come,” Dom growled from behind her.
His thick cock was thrusting inside her, his hands clamped on her hips. She pressed her palms harder against the tiles, trying to stop from splintering apart.
Then he covered her body with his, his chest pressed to her back. His teeth bit into her shoulder, and she moaned.
There was too much sensation. She was sensitive and swollen between her legs, and that made his cock feel even bigger. The warm water was rushing over her, his hard body pressed against hers, his stubble rasping on her skin. It was all too much, too good, and she didn’t want it to stop.
She felt fingers slide over her hip and down between her legs. His thrusts increased and his thumb brushed her clit.
“Now get there,” he ordered.
He was being rough with her. He didn’t treat her like glass, or like she was something broken. Her release hit in a blinding rush and her cries echoed off the tiles.
Dom thrust again and stayed lodged deep. He groaned, his big body shaking.
In the aftermath, they both held each other under the warm pulse of the shower. It took a while, but finally Arden’s heartbeat slowed and her breathing evened out. As he soaped them up, she made him turn, and she finally indulged herself tracing his knife tattoo.
“I like this,” she said.
“I got it a few years ago. Had the artist sketch up the design.”
“It’s perfect for you.”
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