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CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Oceans
I wake up in a cold sweat, not from a nightmare but from a fucking wet dream.
My dick is still as hard as rock. It punches against my joggers, and even though I can feel the familiar stickiness of my cum against my lower belly, I can also feel the familiar ache in my balls telling me that I still need release, that I’m not done yet.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, pulling back the covers and climbing out of bed, my dick bobbing as I move, the tip pushing against the waistband of my joggers, eager for the woman of my dreams.
Fucking desperate for her.
I head straight for the shower, pushing open the door to my ensuite and flicking on the light switch. Instead of seeing my reflection, I see images of Kate dancing around the pole, her hair flying out behind her as she swings around and around and around.
Fuck, she made me dizzy.
Dizzy from lust.
Dizzy from my need to stride up onto the stage and fuck her against the hardwood floor.
Dizzy from holding so tightly onto the back of the chair that I almost broke my own fucking fingers to stop myself from doing exactly that.
Dizzy from willing myself to stay fucking put.
It wasn’t that she was as good a dancer as Nancy, or that her tight body was encased in lycra leggings and a crop top that made me want her so fucking much it was almost impossible to breathe. It wasn’t the stiletto heels or even the way she commanded the stage.
It was her ballsy attitude. Her inner strength. Her great big fat fuck you to her father, to me, to any person who dare try to control, contain, or own her.
That’s what made my balls draw tight against my body and dick grow thick and hard.
Kate oozed power,confidence.
And it was fucking breathtaking to watch.
On the stage she showed me a glimpse of the queen I know she’ll become and I was hooked, captured, ensnared like a motherfucking bear in a trap. I’ve always assumed that I’d be a lone wolf, never truly needing or wanting anyone. Fucking when I wanted too, and walking away because I could.
Now all I want is her.
Princess, Kate, Grim.
I want every facet of her. I want the girl who longs for someone to protect her from a world filled with danger. I want the woman who is kind, thoughtful and sassy as fuck. I want the warrior who’ll stand in a ring and fight a man like me without fear, who will stare in the face of her father and call him out for his shit.
I want all of her.
Everything she has to offer, all the good and all the bad parts. I want her vulnerability. I want her insecurities. I want her sharp tongue and wit. I want her anger and her passion. I want her sexiness and her sensuality. I want her spite and her fight.
I want her virginity.
I want it all.
Pressing my palms against the vanity unit, my head dropping between my shoulders, I suck in several deep breaths trying to calm my racing heart and the desperate need to go to her, right the fuck now and damn the consequences.
I’m so close to getting in my car and racing to her. My need for her is like a burning in my very blood, a thirst I know that I’ll never be able to quench, a desire that fucking yearns for her touch, her kiss, her pussy, her everything.
But I can’t go.
Blowing out a long breath, I stumble towards the shower turning it on. Ice cold water flows from the showerhead and I rip off my joggers, shoving them across the floor with my feet, then step into the water. Sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth, I press my palm against the shower wall, dropping my head under the spray. The cold water is supposed to wake me up so that I stop seeing Kate in front of my closed eyes, and to shrivel up my bastard cock that’s intent on fucking killing me.
It does neither.
