She began to tremble violently, leaning further down into the mattress because her arms wouldn’t support her weight. Her orgasm was building into an enormous, overwhelming entity and she wondered whether she’d even remain conscious through it. She was too mindless, completely out of control, and had no semblance or cognizance of anything but Drake and his touch, the sound of his voice.
She couldn’t think. She could only feel as she spun wildly out of control, inching closer to the yawning abyss and into the moment when she flew over into free fall with only Drake to catch her, to protect her, as he’d promised he’d always do.
“That’s it, Angel,” Drake said, his voice rough and laced with arousal. “Let go, but do not look away from me at any time. When you come, I want to see those gorgeous blue eyes grow hazy and watch the pleasure that I’m giving you and know that no other man will see what I will be seeing. No other man will have what you are giving to me or be able to give what I give to you. You are mine, and before this night ends, you’ll know who owns your body and soul.”
It was hard not to completely surrender to the moment and close her eyes as her entire world shifted after Drake’s impassioned statement of truth. His truth. His rules. She was his to own, to possess, and never would she have thought such simple words could forge a direct route to the very heart of her. Was this—Drake, his dominance—what she’d been missing in her life? The answer formed instantly and insidiously snaked its way through every cell in her body.
But she focused on Drake, as he’d commanded, her gaze locking with his, and it was the electric spark forming an instant connection with him that went far deeper than the physical pleasure she was feeling that finally hurtled her over the edge and into sweet oblivion.
It felt as though she fragmented and then shattered into a million tiny pieces, but now that her eyes were locked with Drake’s, she couldn’t break away for anything in the world. Seeing her pleasure reflected in his gaze was the most erotic, powerful thing she’d ever experienced in her life.
And in this moment, she felt completely safe, as if nothing could ever hurt her again. As long as she was in Drake’s arms, nothing could touch her. The outside world ceased to exist. Her former life, her way of life, faded, evaporating until there was only here and now and the world she’d willingly walked into. Drake’s world. Maybe it made her crazy for being so impulsive, so out of character for her. But she wasn’t crazy about one thing. Whatever this was between her and Drake was all too real. So real that it frightened her, but at the same time she was also gripped by a sense of true belonging, something she hadn’t felt since the day she’d left her parents’ home to move to New York and work.
And now that she had that, had Drake, she wanted him and everything he had to offer more than she wanted her next breath. In time her natural fears and concerns would work their way out. She had to believe that, because she wanted this too badly to consider even for a moment what her life would be like after tasting something so beautiful and all-consuming.
How could she ever go back to her old life after experiencing the world where Drake made all the rules and answered only to himself, and others around him answered strictly to him? He’d introduced her to an exciting, colorful world, not one steeped in gray and the monotony of her day-to-day routine, performing her tasks and taking care of her responsibilities by rote.
She purposely shoved away all thoughts of a world where Drake didn’t exist, not wanting anything to ruin this moment when Drake claimed her, exerted his dominance physically, the only part of their relationship that was as yet uncemented.
She was only partly aware of him stripping off his clothing as her breaths came erratic and heavy in the aftermath. Before she could even process the explosive effects of her orgasm, and the fact that she was still quivering from head to toe and the throb between her legs was already crying out for his touch once more, he roughly cupped the globes of her ass and pushed up and outward.
The huge head of his erection prodded at her opening and he thrust hard, shock rippling through her body as her swollen tissue fought his forceful invasion. He had such a tight grip on her ass that she knew she’d wear his marks for days to come, and she loved the fact that whenever she sat for the next few days, she’d feel that reminder of his possession of her, and that she’d wear the signs of his ownership and dominance.