“Yes. I want this. I want you. Something that’s mine before my world becomes a gilded cage.”
He pulled back, a shadow of something flashing in his almost black eyes before he schooled it away and kissed me again.
Baz backed me against a wall, continuing to feast on me.
“I want you out of these clothes. Turn around.”
I shifted, facing the wall and pulling my hair over my shoulders. He unzipped my dress and followed the trail of the zipper with his mouth. My skin heated and felt as if it was on fire. I’d never been aroused like this.
The designer fabric slid from my shoulders, pooling at my feet. Next went my bra and underwear.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” The deepening timbre of his voice had my pussy contracting.
I glanced over my shoulder and found him watching me. His palms gripped my ankles, tugging them apart, and then he glided his hands up my calves to my thighs. His thumbs teased the valley where my core dipped.
Then he cupped my ass. “Perfect.”
Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled his palm back and brought it down on my bottom.
“Baz,” I cried out as fire shot through my body, and just as fast, a delicious sting replaced the pain. My fingers pressed against the wall helping me keep my balance. I dropped my head onto the back of my hand, breathing in hard pants.
“More?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “I want more.”
I wanted so much more.
“Good.” His hand landed again and again, peppering different parts of my ass until he’d covered every inch.
I was mad with need, lost in the pleasure-pain.
My core clenched but it wasn’t enough. I needed something to send me over.
His warm hand moved up the inside of my thigh until he grazed the lips of my soaked sex. He dipped inside, rubbing up and down, teasing my clit.
“Baz, please.”
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He hummed. “I have to taste you.”
He turned me so fast I almost felt dizzy. Hoisting one leg over his shoulder, he took a long swipe with his tongue. I grasped his head, throwing mine back.
“I’m going to make you scream, Prinzessin.”
“I’m, I’m okay with that. Sooner would be better than later.”
He chuckled as he began his assault on my core. He licked, sucked, and thrust, driving me higher and higher. I writhed against him, lost in the sensation. My legs grew weak, causing me to wobble. Baz grasped my hips and held me against him as he continued to push me toward release. I’d never experienced this level of desire before. My breasts ached and my pussy quivered. I held on to Baz’s head, arching into his delicious torment.
He pushed a finger inside me, curling it upward. Immediately, my orgasm burst free as my pussy contracted and flooded with my arousal.
“Baz. Oh God, Baz.”
“That’s it, baby.” He pumped in and out, prolonging the pleasure coursing throughout my body. “Mine. Every one of your orgasms belongs to me.”
In the back of my mind, I wanted to tell him this was the only time, but I couldn’t say anything. I wanted what he said. To be his, to belong to him, but my fate was set and I had to protect my family.
I slowly came down as Baz wiped his mouth on the inside of my thighs and pulled free of my pussy.
“You taste incredible. I’m going to have to gorge on you again before the night is over.”
I gasped, resting my head against the wall. “I really hope so.”
“Before we go there, I want to feel you shatter around my cock.” He slid my leg from his shoulder and slowly rose to his feet, making sure to keep a firm hold on my hips to keep me from falling.
His face was flushed as I knew mine was, and his breath was unsteady. His lashes looked longer than usual, giving his raw masculinity a beauty that would be out of place on any other man.
“Mine,” he said again, drawing me to him and then lifting me into his arms.
He shifted and carried me in the direction of what I assumed was his bedroom. I’d barely had time to notice the dark tones of the room before he laid me on top of the thick comforter.
Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it behind him before crawling over me.
His hard-sculpted body was better than anything I could have imagined over the last five months. I wanted to trace the tattoos with my fingers, my mouth, my tongue.
Had I ever seen a body this perfect?
No. None of my past lovers could hold a candle to this man.
"Touch me, Isa. I've wanted nothing else since our first dance." He loomed over me on braced arms and knees.
Knowing this would be probably the one and only time I’d get a chance, I glided my fingers over his sculpted arms, pecs, and abs, feeling his muscles flex against my touch.
He closed his eyes, as if the caress of my fingertips was a balm to his soul. His reaction was the permission I needed to follow the pattern of the black-and-gray ink crisscrossing his body.
Some of his ink covered scars that I’d never learn the story behind.
Pushing the last thought back, I continued to explore this exquisite man.
“Harder. I want to feel your nails on my skin.”
I followed his command, scoring my nails up and down his body, causing goosebumps to appear and a low rumble to erupt from his throat.
“Lower, Isa.”
My eyes shifted down past his waist. The heavy press of his cock was a long, thick ridge along the inside of his pant leg. He couldn’t be that big.
“Go ahead. I want you to feel the condition I’ve been in for the last five months.”
I cupped him and gasped.
Nope, that was all him.
Was I really going to let him put this monster in me?
I rubbed up and down his length through his
