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Now he acted only for himself, and that refreshed him.
His fingers tightened around Presley’s face through his kiss. Her mouth followed him in urgency to be claimed. Each swipe of his tongue against hers hardened his cock further, pushing his desire to possess her to the forefront.
She moaned into his mouth and wiggled her pelvis against his swollen dick, and he groaned. Overwhelmed by the sheer love he had for her, he broke the kiss, breathless, as was she. He saw the joy in her eyes as he brushed his fingers over her cheek. That gave him more fulfillment than he thought he was due.
He remembered the other thing they had to do tonight. But in the end, his needs won. He wouldn’t wait for what he wanted any longer. “I must have you.” For the first time ever, even if Presley didn’t know it, he was putting her above everyone else. And at the same time, he was also putting his desires first, rather than someone else’s. “We don’t have much time,” he told her, dragging his thumb over her parted damp lips. “Others will be here soon.”
“I don’t care.” She leaned into him, offering herself for his pleasure. “I need you now more than ever. Let them watch!”
Heat rushed through his veins, and he didn’t need to hear anything more. He placed a hand on her lower back, yanking her against him. He crushed his mouth on hers, feeling her plea that he get inside her, claiming her very soul. In the tightness of her posture, the stiffness of her lips, and the arousal in her dark eyes, he experienced her craving to be taken by him. Her reactions told him he needed to remind her that she owned him as much as he owned her.
Tonight he wouldn’t disappoint her.
He’d never disappoint her again.
His lips slid to her warm cheek, then to her neck, as he kissed the flesh belonging to him. He reached up and began unbuttoning her shirt. “I missed you.” The buttons went flick, flick, flick, until he slid her blouse over her silky shoulders. “The distance between us, Presley, it killed me.”
“It killed me, too.” He could hear the desperation in her voice, but he refused to focus on the pain that caused him, knowing he would make it up to her, even if it took a lifetime. He would never hurt her again.
He groaned as she reached for his pants, unbuttoning them and sending those and his boxer briefs to the ground, exposing his hard cock. The warm air caressed his swollen flesh, teasing him. His gaze lifted from her hand to her eyes as she stroked him. With her lacy blouse opened, exposing her white bra, he reached toward her and pushed the bra down, revealing beautiful rosy nipples—a view he had longed to see.
She was all his.
Needing to feel all of her, he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed those and her panties down to her ankles. Her hand tightened around him, moving quickly over his shaft. An inner light sparkled in her eyes, as if she knew she had him right where she wanted him, putty in her hands. That brought out his dominance—it made him want to show her who controlled this moment.
“Enough teasing,” he growled.
Her loud squeak of surprise filled the air as he turned her around. Holding her tight against him, his cock rested in the crack of her ass. He licked her neck, relishing the quiver she gave. Christ, he needed to feel all of her. His fingers explored her breasts and tweaked her tiny nipples. She moaned with each pinch on the taut bud, and then she sighed as he ran a hand down her stomach, cupping her hot mound.
He grunted at her aroused state. “Always ready for me, aren’t you, doll?”
“Yes, sir.” She leaned her head against him, shivering in his arms.
Not needing any further invitation, he bent his knees and entered her from behind. Her hot heat surrounded his dick, and he growled with the perfection. Pinning her to him, he wrapped an arm around her chest, as he thrust quickly.
Each thrust made her moans louder, echoing across the new dungeon. He shut his eyes against the storm of pleasure engulfing him, reveling in the knowledge that they were the first to fuck in the club. The dungeon might not be only his any longer, but his mark was there, Charles was there, and now Presley’s scent and moans were there. Dmitri needed nothing more.
She began to tremble as his cock slid in and out of her, stroking her inner walls, uniting them. He squeezed her breasts, pulling on her nipples, instantly feeling her cunt growing wetter. Consumed by the need to see her and to become lost in her beautiful soul that had changed his world for the better, he withdrew, turning her to him.
Now, facing her, he bent at the knees and reentered her. He grasped her face, tangling his fingers in her hair. So beautiful. So mine. She rose on her tiptoes as he thrust in short and fast movements, sliding into the depths of her, telling him she craved to be close.
He needed the same damn thing.
When he saw the gorgeous flush covering her cheeks, a growl rose from deep in his throat. Sometimes a man fucked. Other times the connection of two bodies was something more—something deeper. Like now, when he ground himself up into her, rubbing his pelvis against her sex. He felt the possession rushing through him. This wasn’t about pleasure as much as it was about doing the one thing they could do together—loving each other in this way.
Yet it wasn’t enough.
His Dom side craved more.
Possessiveness to own her soul made him push her gently backward toward one of the circular couches in the center of the room. He lifted her by the waist, lowering her down onto her back and keeping his cock buried deep inside her. In his heart he had so much to show her, so much to say. He grasped her face tight, thrusting hard and fast, with passion and love, telling her exactly how much he had missed her.
Her inner muscles squeezed him, and he noted the pleasure washing across her face, as well as the tears of joy filling her eyes. Her hands wrapped around his biceps and tightened, holding him to her. Deep down, he wanted nothing more than to draw this moment out. To love her all night long in the way she should be loved. But he knew there was more to do tonight.
He had more to give to Presley.
And she deserved to be given it all.
His movements naturally sped up as pleasure wove its way inside him. His mouth brushed across hers as he ate all the moans she gave. Her arousal soaked him as he thrust, in and out, so very easily. “I want you to come, Presley,” he told her, breathless.
