Page 18 of The Dancer and the Dark
Fuck, he was her servant. She could ask him to do anything and he’d beg to say yes.
“Up now.” He lifted her bottom with both hands, nudging her up and onto his cock.
She sank down slowly, her strong legs giving her exquisite control.
“God above.” He let his head fall back, knocking it against the headboard. “Fuck.”
She leaned forward and put her arms around his neck. “That sounds like an excellent idea.”
“Fuck?”
“Yes please.”
He thrust up as she lowered herself, and her breath caught in her throat. “Say please again.”
She arched her back and drew his head down to taste her breasts. “Please, Mr. Wallace.”
His mouth closed over one nipple and sucked hard. He’d left bruises, but she never complained. Chloe knew how tightly Gavin had to control his strength when he made love to her. Every now and then, he loosened the leash a little and she loved it.
His fangs grew long as his cock grew harder. He scraped his teeth over the delicate skin of her neck and breasts.
“Please what, dove?” Gavin moved his mouth to the other nipple and teased his tongue over the tip.
Her breath was coming faster and harder. His fingers found the top of her sex and teased the heated flesh that begged for attention. Torturously slow circles always made her come, so he moved his thumb as gently as possible.
“Please.” She was nearly crying. “Fuck me.”
His mouth released her breast. “And?”
She pressed his mouth to her neck. “Bite me.”
He nearly came just hearing it. He thrust up again, her hips and her breasts bouncing as she rode his cock. “And?” His fangs scraped along her collarbone.
“Make me come.”
Done. He pressed in with his thumb and allowed his amnis to shiver across her skin, kissing it with a thousand tiny pricks of pleasure as he bent his knees up and thrust into her, driving his cock deeper into her body.
She rode him for mindless minutes, their bodies joined, and his soul settled.
Stay with me.
Stay forever.
Stay in the darkness and be my light.
Just as she reached the precipice of pleasure, he bit, clasping his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure.
He pulled hard from her vein to increase the sensation as they both came. He closed his eyes and saw lightning for a few brief seconds before he forced himself to close the wounds so he didn’t take too much.
He held her as she rode out her orgasm, her skin alive with sensation and her lips flushed and red from his kiss.
Queen.
Fuck him, she was glorious. He was glorious. They were glorious together. He wanted her to fly. He wanted to make love to her in the middle of a rainstorm with the air alive with electricity. He wanted to strip her naked and put her on a throne so he could kiss her knees, spread her legs, and devour her sex.
When it came to Chloe, Gavin was deranged.
His lover was naked and draped against his chest. “You hardly drank.”
