Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

Diana

His kisses are hypnotic.

I know better.

I know enough to take him at his word. He’s no good for me.

But I know something else too.

I know that I want him. That I crave him. All of him, and especially his darkness.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted a man.

When I was in college and grad school, I studied hard. I wanted to be the best architect ever. It was important for me to break away from my family’s business, to forge my own path.

I didn’t have a lot of time for sex, and I didn’t have much desire for it either.

I wondered if maybe I was just cursed with a low sex drive.

How wrong I was.

I just hadn’t found the man who made my pulse race, my knees weaken, my insides turn to mush.

God…

I never thought I’d find it in the man kissing me now.

The man who has become as important to me as the air I breathe, the water I drink.

This man—this beautiful broken man. I want to help him. Fix him.

But can I fix what’s broken? Should I even try? Because part of his beauty is in his brokenness.

It’s part of what draws me to him.

In this kiss…

This amazing, magnificent kiss that is taking me to the stars.

My pussy is already pulsing, throbbing, and I know I’m wet. I can feel it against my inner thighs. I desperately want him to open up to me, but if he won’t do that, I can at least have this part of him.

I can walk into the darkness with him, embrace it with him, and take us both to the stars as we do it.

Does he truly want to tie me to the bed? I’ll let him. I’ll let him blindfold me. I’ll let him smack my tits, smack my ass.

I’m ready for it.

I’m ready to give him what he needs.

And when he’s done? I’ll take from him what I need.

Perhaps what we both need.

If possible, the kiss becomes even more raw and urgent. Until finally?—

I push against his shoulders, breaking the kiss. Then I gasp in a breath of air.

“Had enough yet?” he growls.

“Not even close. Just need to take a breath.”

He inhales as well, nearly gasping.

“Don’t need to breathe,” he says. “Only need you.” His mouth comes down on me again.

Urgency, rawness, pure ferocity.

Do animals kiss? Probably not, but if they did? It would be like this. Pure primal lust.

I can’t stand my clothes. They’re a harness binding me.

I want them off. I want nothing between Dragon and me. If I could crawl into his flesh, I would.

I don’t stop to think how ridiculous my feelings are.

They’re not even feelings, really. They’re base urges. Things I’ve never experienced.

Things I’m not ready to give up anytime soon.

It’s him. His roughness, ruggedness, his raw masculine beauty. His darkness. I want to descend with him. Live with him there. Learn everything.

If I can’t fix him, I’ll stay there with him.

This time he breaks the kiss, rubbing his forehead, his breath coming in rapid pants.

He turns his head to each side. What is he looking for? I have no idea.

Don’t fucking care.

Finally he returns his gaze to mine. “Bed.”

I turn, walk toward my bed.

But in the next instant I’m swept off my feet, and he throws me onto my bed so hard that I bounce.

“I want to rip those clothes off you,” he says.

“Do it,” I threaten.

“I’m serious. I’ll fucking rip them to shreds, Diana.”

“Do it,” I echo. “Rip them. I don’t care, Dragon. Get them off me however you want.”

He hovers over me, grabs my tank top, and pulls it in two with his bare hands, the cotton ripping in a jagged line down the middle.

He sucks in a breath when my breasts fall.

“Look how hard my nipples are for you, Dragon.”

He growls.

“I’m wet. So wet. Rip these sweats off me. I’ll prove it.”

He grabs the waistband of my sweats, and for a moment I think he’s going to rip them off me like he did my tank top, but he doesn’t. He pulls them off my ass, off my legs, throwing them on the floor.

Only my drenched thong lies between me and my heart’s desire.

He closes his eyes and inhales. “God, you smell good. Like roses and sex.”

I instinctively spread my legs, letting the aroma of my cunt waft up to him.

He opens his eyes. “That lacy thong is not long for this world.”

I smile.

This time he rips the thong right off me.

Then he spreads my legs, brings his face down toward me, inhales again, his eyes closed.

“Sweet cunt. Sweet Diana cunt.”

God. I grasp two fistfuls of my comforter, arch my back.

Will he really tie me up? He can. I don’t care. But right now, I just need his cock in me. I need to come.

I’m so ready to come.

“Your clothes, Dragon.” I can sense he wants me to behave submissively, so I soften my voice and speak with a slight upward inflection. “Take them off. Please.”

“When I’m goddamned ready.”

I switch tactics. Maybe a switch back to the fiery Diana who told him to fuck off will do the trick.

“You want me to rip them off you the way you ripped mine?”

He doesn’t answer, so I sit up, grab the opening of his collar, and use all my strength to rip the shirt in two and send the buttons flying.

“Fuck,” he snarls.

“I warned you.”

He lets out a guttural laugh. “You’re so fucking hot, Diana. Do you have any idea how much I want to sink my cock into you? Fuck you until sunrise? Touch every part of your body with every part of mine? Turn you over, spank that lily-white ass and then slide my cock between those ass cheeks?”

The thought of anal sex has never turned me on…until now.

“I don’t see anybody stopping you,” I say.

He burns his gaze into mine. “Be careful what you ask for, Diana. Because you just might fucking get it.”

“I let you do everything you wanted last time, and I’m ready for it again. I told you my hard limit. It’s being gagged. I’m up for anything else.”

“Hard limit?”

Interesting. The way he talked I was assuming he knew a lot about BDSM. The only reason I know about it is because Ashley dabbled in it a little before she met Dale.

“Hard limit. In BDSM, it’s something you won’t do.”

“I don’t do BDSM, Diana.”

“You told me how you want to tie me up. Spank me. Slap my breasts, my pussy.”

His eyes grow dark. “I do want to do all of that. For the life of me, I don’t know why. It’s not something I do. For the love of God, I want you. I want every part of you. I want you under me, on top of me, next to me. I want to slap you, fuck you, kiss you. All of it. All of it . I want to drown in you. Lose myself in you. Do everything to you.”