“Don’t.”
“But I want to.” I placed a kiss at the apex of her thighs before tracing my tongue over her outer lips. She reached for my head, fingers gripping my hair, and I could feel her desperation for more, to have me closer. But I wasn’t ready to let her tip over the edge yet.
Her back arched again, her moans growing louder. “What are you doing?”
“I want this to last for as long as possible.”
“Don’t. Just…just do it.” Her thighs clenched.
“Do what?”
She lifter her hips, nails clawing at my shoulders as she tried to pull me up. “Fuck me.”
I stilled. “No. Not tonight.”
“Yes, tonight. Now.”
I glanced up. Her face twisted like she was in pain, her legs wrapping around me, trying to pull me harder against her.
“Dahlia,” I whispered and lifted myself away from her body.
Her gaze found mine before she turned her head away from me. “Do it, Onyx. You know you want to.”
“No.” I grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. “I don’t want to just fuck you.”
“Then what?” she challenged. “Don’t tell me you want more than just one night of savage fuckery.”
I narrowed my eyes as I stared at her. “Is that what you think this is to me? A quick fuck and a few-second orgasm?”
She tried to pull away from my grasp, but I tightened the hold I had, digging my fingers into her cheek. But then it dawned on me. “You’ve never been made love to.” It wasn’t a question.
The gleam in her eyes told me I was right. Fuck. I needed to change that. I needed to show her that not all men used and ran. We might be savages who rule these streets, but here in this room, in this bed, this was where our women ruled. The only place we showed weakness—weakness to the women who owned our hearts. And, by God, this woman was clawing her way through my heart so fucking fast, my goddamn head was spinning.
I reached down between her legs, slipping a finger through her slick heat. “I need you to lay still and take it how I choose to give it to you.”
“What are you doing?”
“You heard me. Don’t rush this, Dahlia.”
She kept her eyes on me, but the confusion was there in the shades of color in her irises.
Easing my hand down between her legs, reaching for her entrance with the tip of my finger, I felt her hips buck as she wanted me to slip inside. But I denied her that by pulling away.
“Onyx, don’t.”
I let go of her face, still reaching behind me as I traced a fingertip against the delicate skin of her thighs. “Why do you want to rush this? We’ve got nothing but time.”
Without warning, she shot upright, grabbed my shoulder, and had my back pinned on the mattress, her legs straddling me. “You think you have control here?”
“I know I do.” I reached up and palmed both her breasts. “It would be so much easier if you let me do what needs to be done.”
“And what, exactly, is that?” She thrust her hips, her slick pussy slipping across my dick, sending a wave of lust crashing against my spine. My hands fell on her waist, fingers digging into the skin of her hips.
“You need to be worshipped and not fucked.”
“Believe me, nothing about me is worth worshipping.” Another movement of her hips, and I clutched her waist tighter before flipping her body to the side, regaining control and pinning her back to the bed.
“From where I’m standing, every inch of you is worth worshipping. Why don’t you see that?”