Page 36 of Taming a Ruthless Heart

“We don’t want this to end so soon, do we?”

“No, Sir.”

Her whispered reply is so sexy I clench my fists to keep myself in check.

I stretch a hand and wrap my fingers around her delicate wrists.I pull her close, feeling her pulse beneath my fingertips—a rhythm that’s quick and matches the wild look in her eyes.There’s a spark of something fierce in them, something that refuses to be tamed.

With the tip of my index finger, I trace the line of her jaw, the elegant column of her neck, until I reach the hollow of her throat.I press it there, feeling every quickened heartbeat underneath.

“I do this to you.”

“You do, Sir.”

Grinning, I breathe, “That wasn’t a question.”

A surge of something dark, something primal, burns my veins.It’s the knowledge of the power I hold, the control I wield over her body, and the responsibility that comes with it.

Her eyes drop to the purple tip of my cock, glistening between us.

She glides her tongue along her lower lip.

“Fuck, you’re good,” I grunt.

She chews at her mouth to keep a smile in.I let it slide because she’s right to be proud of her own power over me.

“Say you’re mine,” I demand.

Her eyes beam at me, and for a moment, the fire that drew me to her all those years ago is back.It’s the same flame that makes me celebrate each time she surrenders control to me.

“I’m yours.”

As my heartbeats skyrocket, I lift her into my arms, carrying her to the bed, laying her down with a gentleness that belies my urgency.She watches me, her hazel eyes turned dark by raw desire.

It matches mine.

I settle beside her, my hand sliding over her hip, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine.She shivers beneath my touch.I press my mouth to hers, a kiss that’s a claim laced with affection, a demand disguised as invitation.

She kisses me back, fierce and hungry, her hands pulling me closer.Her body melts against mine, soft and yielding in a way that makes my blood pound, makes my head spin.I deepen the kiss, letting my hands roam over her body, relearning the curves that I once knew by heart.She’s changed since then, but so have I.As I hold her close, a familiar sense of possession floods my mind and soul.

I pull back, enough to see the way her chest rises and falls, the way her lips are swollen and red from our kisses.There’s a flush on her cheeks, a gleam in her eyes.She’s as affected by this as I am.

“You’re mine,” I say again, a quiet declaration that holds all the weight of a thousand unspoken words.

And she nods, just once, a barely-there motion that makes my pulse race, that reminds me of why I don’t want to let her go ever again.

Then, she breathes out a quiet “Yes, Sir,” and the sound of it sends a thrill through me.

I pin her hands above her head with one hand, pressing her back into the mattress.Her body yields beneath mine, but it’s my own resolve that feels fragile—like I’m the one being laid bare.I tighten my grip, trying to hold onto the control I always need, but with her, it’s slipping.She’s slipping through my fingers again, and I can’t let that happen.

Alexia shudders.Her breath quickens as I let my other hand wander, tracing the line of her ribs, the dip of her waist.My hands roam over her body, marking her with a touch that’s both possessive and reverent.

She’s soft beneath my touch, yielding in a way that makes my blood surge, that makes me want to push her further, to test just how far she’s willing to go.

“Part your legs for me,” I tell her.

When she obeys, I settle between them, pinning her hips with my weight.With my free hand, I cup her heated sex, teasing and rubbing.She squirms and moans under me.I bring her to the edge before pulling back, savoring the way she gasps, the way she arches her body off the bed, the way she strains against the hand that holds hers in place.

Her eyes flutter, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts as I push her further, as I test her limits in a game of control and surrender that leaves us both breathless and wanting more.

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