He slid the straps of her dress and bra over her shoulder, barely breaking their kiss. She could feel his strength, see the muscles bunch in his shoulders. Only a man like Drago would do. When he had the material low enough, he trailed his kisses down her neck. One of her breasts was exposed, the air in the room making her nipple pebble. She ached for him.
“Drago…”
“I’ll take care of you, baby.” His hot mouth came down over her breast, his tongue teasing her nipple until she arched her back for more. She exhaled, her eyes closed. The urgency died down as he began his slow, sensual exploration of her body. Her senses became magnified, every cell alive and eager.
She focused on their breathing, the tick of a clock.
Belle had nothing to hide, nothing to lose, so she planned to savor every minute.
****
He didn’t deserve her. But she was his now. There was no question about that.
This started out with him doing a good deed, saving her ass from Deadman … or so he kept telling himself. Belle had always been on his mind. He just never expected anything to start between them. He’d been a scrapper, starting from the bottom. She was the daughter of one of the biggest players in the underground circuit. But he’d learned her life was far from perfect.
Drago was supposed to be helping her get her daughter back, but she was half naked on his bed. And he planned to have his way with her. The difference—he played for keeps. He’d never fuck her and disappear like that asshole Mikey.
He’d show her exactly how a real man should treat a woman.
Belle whined when he lightly bit down on her nipple. “You like that?” He peeled the rest of her dress down her body and tossed it. Drago stood up at the end of the bed and yanked her panties off, and then he spread her thighs at the knees. Her little pink pussy was already glistening under the dim lighting coming from the hallway. He growled as he imagined claiming every inch of her. Her body was perfection—a mix of strength, muscle, and curves. He hated seeing her scars from stitches and old injuries in the ring, wishing he could erase all her bad memories. But his body was no different. Probably worse. It was the life they knew. They were one and the same.
“Take off your clothes,” she said.
He was surprised she hadn’t closed her legs. By the way she’d been acting at the restaurant, he expected her to be prudish in bed, but there was something there, something wild waiting to be unleashed.
“Okay, but I want you to touch yourself.” Her mouth parted. “Right here.” He took her wrist, bringing her hand between her legs.
He unbuttoned and unzipped, stepping out of his suit pants and then his boxer briefs. Her eyes darted to his cock. He’d never been harder, and it was all because of her. This was more than sex with a woman—this was his Belle.
Drago got down to his knee and tugged her body to the edge of the bed, close to his face. Her heels were still braced on the mattress. “I’ll take it from here, sweetheart.” He spread her wider, and used his tongue to swipe up her folds.
“Drago!”
“What’s wrong?”
She caught her breath. “This is … new.”
“Brace yourself.” He delved back in, rubbing his face against her slick folds, breathing her in. She was so receptive, arching and writhing. He held her steady and fucked her with his tongue, then teased and suckled her clit until she was pulling the sheet off the corners of the bed.
He was in fucking heaven, drowning in his woman, giving her the pleasure she deserved. He could live between her legs.
“Drago, I can’t take any more!”
“You can make it through twelve rounds, you can handle me eating your pussy.” He flicked her clit, not giving her a reprieve. She was so close. He wanted her to jump off that precipice, to come all over his tongue. “Let go, Belle. Come for me.”
Her body stiffened, the sheets tight in her fists. She screamed when she came, her feminine moaning driving him crazy. He suckled her until the peak had passed. Pre-cum dripped from the end of his cock as he climbed over her body.
“Oh my God,” she murmured, still trying to catch her breath. Belle wrapped her arms around his neck as he mounted her. “I need you.”
He positioned himself between her legs, kissed her once, then filled her with his cock. Her tight pussy squeezed him as he filled her, making his chest rumble and erection swell. Damn, did she ever feel perfect wrapped around his dick. “Fuck, you feel good, Belle. You’re made for me.”
“Am I?” she whispered.
“No doubt in my mind.”