Page 142 of Dark Surrender

He nudges his nose to mine. “I need to, sweetheart. I’ve been dreamin’ about this moment for far too fuckin’ long. But I’m gonna need some help.”

“Anything.”

Sitting back on his knees, Dark’s cock slips from my center. He groans as if movement hurts him. His wince confirms as much.

At the bottom of my pajama shirt, he slowly unbuttons it. One at a time, they pop free, until my breasts are bare. His sharp intake of breath is everything as he stares at my chest and bites his bottom lip like he doesn’t know which to sample first.

“Fuck. You’re gorgeous,” he rasps, fisting his cock and giving it a long, slow stroke that has him shivering.

I blink to make sure this is real.

With a low, pained groan, Dark stretches out beside me. Tracing the contours of my face and down my neck, he leaves goosebumps in his wake. Between the valley of my breasts, all the way down to my belly button, he travels until he’s there, sliding a finger between my lips to my clit where they reunite like long-lost friends.

Back arching off the bed, I cry out as Dark leans in to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, as he cups my pussy.

Aching for more, I moan his name. “Please,” I beg.

Giving me just what I need, Dark enters me there, one finger, then two. My walls stretch around the intruders as my heels dig into the mattress. Sharp bursts of air sputter from my lips, and my eyes slam shut as he coaxes me from the inside, unlike anything I’ve experienced before. His mouth is hot on my breast. A growl rumbles in his throat as I moan, broken and needy just for him.

The pleasure draws tighter, and the ache in my middle spreads.

“Dark!” I cry.

“Hold on. I’ve got you,” he grates, his voice wrecked. “Just take another finger.”

A third digit claims me, and a scream rips from my throat.

“That’s it,” he whispers, his bottom lip caressing my sensitive nipple. “Just a little more.”

In and out, he fucks my pussy.

I pant.

Claw at the sheets.

The world coalesces into a single moment.

I’m so lost, I don’t notice when he slots himself between my thighs. But once he’s there, he replaces his touch with his cock. It circles my center, sliding through the wetness.

I run my foot up his side, urging him to do it.

“Are you ready?” He slaps the head of his dick against my clit before breaching me with just the tip.

I nod, more than ready.

“Words. I need them.”

“Please.”

On a low, hungry groan, Dark thrusts and, with his eyes on mine, he penetrates me, taking what’s always been his. Deeper and deeper, I cry out, stretching around his girth.

“Just breathe, I’ve got you,” he promises through gritted teeth.

And I listen.

I feel.

I take him until nothing separates us and his heartbeat throbs through my walls.