No longer holding back, I came, waiting for her to complain.
Instead, she finished me. Once she was done, I offered her my hand.
As she stood, I pulled her close. “God, Emma, don’t ever ask me if you disappoint me. You’re perfect.”
Emma
Two words—you’re perfect.
My sore knees and strained jaw disappeared. I could bask in the shine of Rett’s brown eyes for longer than I cared to admit. Before I could give that startling new realization much thought, my feet left the floor. Cradled in Rett’s strong arms, he carried me to the large bed, threw back the blankets and laid me on the sheets.
I’d never seen a bed as massive as the one in his suite.
If I were honest, his whole suite was intimidating.
It dwarfed me.
The framed artwork was gigantic, and the odd paintings gave me an uncomfortable feeling, the fireplace was taller than I was, and truly all of the furnishings were imposing. When I’d entered, I had the strange sensation that I’d shrunk or the world around me had gotten bigger.
Before I gave the room around me any more thought, Rett was over me, his nose touching mine, and his still-hard rod poised at my core.
Nothing else mattered as his dark eyes stared into mine.
My mind and body were consumed with the here and now.
Moments before were lost. Even the promise I’d made to submit was forgotten. Every thought was consumed with what Rett was doing, the way his touch skirted over me, searching and claiming, how his forceful firm lips took mine, and the way his tongue unapologetically sought mine.
I lifted my hips as I imagined the large cock I’d had in my mouth, deep inside me.
Rett’s deep baritone tenor filled the air with praises as kisses and nips covered my skin. His touch moved lower until his warm breath teased my sensitive skin. There was no doubt he was capable of bringing me pleasure with his talented lips and tongue, but I wanted him inside me, as he’d never been.
I reached for his cheeks, pulling him over me. “Please, Rett.” His penetrating gaze met mine. “I want you—just as you were saying—inside me.”
“There’s no fighting this.”
“I’m not fighting.”
His stare swirled with emotions he wasn’t saying. They were too numerous to read or maybe I was too inexperienced with a man as complicated as Everett Ramses to understand. Truth was my only option. I wasn’t certain I was capable of lying to him even if I wanted to, not the way he looked at me, saw me, as if he could see inside my mind.
“Rett, please.”
Settling between my bent legs his nose came back to mine. “You’re mine.”
That revelation had been told to me at our first meeting. Even then, as outrageous as it sounded, I had no reason to doubt it. That said, I’d never believed it as much as I did at this moment. “I am.”
“Say it, Emma.”
“I’m yours, Rett.”
Pushing my knees back, he stared down at me. “This pussy is fucking mine. Anyone else sees it or touches it, they’ll die by my hand.”
I nodded.
Rett wouldn’t be my first, but I was beginning to comprehend the reach of his power. As long as he wanted me, I would be his. Once we came together, there would be no changing my mind. The only way I’d escape this man’s grasp would be death.
To some people that would seem a frightening realization.
Maybe three weeks ago it would have sent me packing. Too much had happened since the night I first saw him across the restaurant. Whether here in his bed or across a table filled with delicacies, Rett’s penetrating gaze took my breath away. Having his attention intoxicated me. The tenor and command in his voice left me spellbound, and his touch over my skin or his lips on mine was a drug I quickly found addicting.