He scoops me into his arms, and I gasp at being so easily manhandled by this terrifying man. A commanding force who is suffering the volatility of love for the first time. He walks with me, cradled to his chest, over to the mattress.
He crawls on, bracing the nape of my neck and head in his large hand before settling down with me under him. One of those trivial things that I love so much. The hand behind my head. Protecting my neck.
And then he kisses me.
His lips slide over mine, and my chest fills with air, my moans and his, and my ever-growing heart. Leaving my lips with a small nip, he drags his down the length of my body at an excruciatingly slow pace. Skating over the silk of my gown, he is soft, and I arch my back off the mattress, wanting more pressure from him. Clutching at him. Wanting to be bruised with his intensity.
He stops at my waist, quickly kneels, grips me either side of my hip, and flips me so I am face down on the mattress.
My dress slides up with the motion, the air now touching the lower globes of my arse cheeks. He slaps the side of my arse hard enough to send a sting through me, but it's only a passing action as he is now pulling my underwear down past my knees.
He stuffs a pillow below my hips. Listening to him remove his belt and drag his pants down, I push up on my elbows to see better. His large hand meets the centre of my back, spanning out and pushing me back into the cushioning beneath me.
I groan at being pinned as his other hand slides to dip inside me, priming me. He growls when his finger slides around my arousal. "So wet.For me?I hope."
I frown. "It's always you, Sir!"
With that, he feeds his cock below my arse, between the delta at my thighs, and slams in fast and deep with one long, possessive thrust. “Pretty little liar.”
I cry out, taking him so quick.
There is a message in his depth.
A warning in his formidable presence.
"Your body"—he starts to fuck me, his hips dragging a gasp and then a groan from my parted lips—"is so"—my pussy clings to every thick inch as he moves relentlessly, pointedly, purposefully—"fuckingdangerous.
"So pretty, men risk their eyes for the view." He sweeps my blonde hair to the side, jack-hammering a message into me from behind. "Love from a man like me isn't just scary, sweet girl.Mybrand of love islethal. I willhurtthem."
I fist the sheets as he works out his possessive demons using my writhing body for therapy. I know what he's saying, but I ask anyway, the question expelling in bursts that match the pounding of his hips. "Hurt." I gasp. "Who?"
His lips meet my ear, his voice dark, while the rest of his body only tenses and powers through with more unyielding focus. "The men that youletlook at you."
A pulse begins low in my abdomen, and I pant while taking this fierce man's thrusts. "I didn't."
"The men that you blush for."
"I don't."
"Smile for."
"I don't!"
"You blushed the prettiest colour for Malik," he growls, laying his large body on my back, his thighs locking mine in tight. It's an intimidating hold, but the pulse in my core only becomes more erratic. More stirring. The energy moving lower. Seduced by the growl in his tone, the weight of him, the heat of his feverish skin. "And I don't care that he's one of the richest men in Dubai, little deer." His lips touch my spine. "If you flush under his smile again, I'll gift him to you in small pieces."
He goes on roughly. "You did this on purpose… Pushed me to the edge of my resolve. Testing your boundaries. Admit it to me, little deer. Don't lie."
I roll my head from side to side against the pillow. "No."
"Lie." He slaps the side of my arse, forcing a cry through gasping lips. Pain and pleasure surge and wrestle for dominance. He drops his voice further, saying, "You did it in the dressing room when you panted Aurora's name. And kept touching yourself for me to see. You wanted me to take you. You didn't like that I kept my cock from you while you healed."
"No. I didn't even realise I said her name."
"Lies." His palm connects again, a sting ripping through me. "My sweet girl who wants toexperienceandexperiment." He slows down, teasing the muscles inside me with the perfect rhythm. "And smile at other men and drive me out of my goddamn mind. Do you want to lie again?"
I only shake my head, but it's enough to earn me a slap harder than before, and while he takes my body in a way that roars it's forhim, the sting on my arse cheek reminds me that he holds me accountable. That he sees me.
That sensation is forme.