Page 54 of His Daggered Heart

He kisses me passionately, taking me, claiming me, marking me as his. “I’m fucking mad for you, angel, and the devil himself couldn’t keep me from you.” He sucks at my neck and my head rolls back in pleasure. “Not in this lifetime or the next, ‘ he reminds me. “You are mine and I am yours.”

“Fuck me, Kohen,” I beg. I look at him eyes pleading for him to take me. I know it’s crazy after what just happened but there is nothing I have never wanted or needed more. “Please,” I say, using his magic word and he doesn’t hesitate, ripping his clothes off and then removing mine, carefully but quickly. Then we are both naked, bare to each other as Adam and Eve were in the garden. We see each other, soul deep and we drink the poison anyway. I pull back from our kiss. “Pretty poison,” I say and he looks at me with an eyebrow raised in confusion. “You call me your pretty poison,” I say again.

“Yeah?” he says slowly like he’s still confused.

“I get it now,” I say, chest heaving. “I didn’t before but I do now.” I pause, a sinful smile on my face. “I fucking love it,” I say, spreading my legs open for him, my pussy on display. I move one hand to my lips, using my fingers to spread myself open, letting him see how wet I am for him. “I’m yours, Kohen, and I want you to fuck me like I am. Do you understand?”

“Yes, angel. I understand.” I love how he lets me be commanding right now, it’s as if he knows I need it, and he just follows my lead.

“Touch me,” I command. He plunges his fingers into my mouth and I wet them for him.

“Such a perfect girl,” he praises and my pussy clenches at the endearment. He rubs his fingers up and down my slit, coating his fingers with my wetness. “Mmm so ready for me, angel.”

I don’t speak. I can’t. I just want to feel.

He circles my clit and I moan. “You like that, gorgeous?”

“Mhmm,” I agree.

He slides his fingers inside me, and withdraws them slowly, teasing me as he pumps them in and out at a torturous pace. “More,” I moan.

He speeds up, rotating them as he pushes them deeper and deeper. “Fuck me,” I demand, and he obeys. Lining his thick cock up with my entrance, he plunges in so hard and so fast that I gasp.

“Is that what you want, Alex? You want me to fuck you so hard you cry?”

“Yes,” I beg, “yes, please.”

He pounds into me. “You’re such a good fucking girl, angel. You take me so well. Tell me you’re mine,” he demands, taking the control I need him to.

“I’m yours, I’m only fucking yours, my god.”

“Yes, angel. Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking good around me.”

He thrusts into me, making my pussy clutch him inside me.

Suddenly, he lifts me up, both hands gripping my ass. My hand wraps around his throat, the other is in his hair, and he groans, pressing into my grasp. It’s a battle of wills. No. A dance, the alpha energy in us both colliding with power. Our souls entangle as we connect on the highest level. There is a trust here that wasn’t before, this feels different, powerful.

Our eyes connect as he grinds up into me, the sounds of our bodies colliding as my ass slaps his thighs, my wetness running between us. He bounces me on his dick. The thickness feels delicious inside me. I start to tremble as my orgasm builds.

“Good girl, baby, come for me.”

My jaw drops as the pleasure rolls through me. My toes curl and my core tightens around him.

“Fuck, angel,” he groans. “You’re going to make me come.”

I roll my hips, grinding my pussy on him, chasing the euphoria as he continues owning me. “This pussy is mine,” he says, thrusting hard between each word. His muscles tense as he slows his movements, and I clench around him purposefully, milking him for everything he has, making sure he knows he is mine, too. I release the hold I have from his throat and he presses his forehead to mine. “That was fucking amazing,” he says panting.

“Yes it was, it was perfect.”

He sets me back on the counter and turns the water on. That’s when I see it. I didn’t notice it before. The mural took all my attention, but the source of the amazing scent is radiating from the clawfoot tub. It’s steaming and filled with flowers and bath salts.

“Oh my god, Kohen!” I inhale, my body instantly relaxing. This is amazing.

“It’s all for you, angel, soak in it. I’m going to shower and let you relax.” I pout my lip. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“You’re not going to get in with me?”

He smiles. “I can if you want me to but I just wanted you to relax.”