Page 51 of Power and Possession

His lips covered mine, and he gently reached out and cradled my head in his hand. His other fingers caressed my cheek, and he moaned against my mouth, practically exhalinginto my lungs. His thumb rubbed the side of my face and then he carefully pulled my chin up, breaking our kiss and forcing me to look at him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

The tears flowed freely, and I couldn’t keep my emotions in check. One, two, and then three tears fell down my cheeks. I was both moved and conflicted about his statement.

Steele kissed away the tears as they fell, and then he picked me up, my feet dangling over his arms and my head against his shoulder. He moved me in front of the fireplace, supporting my head as he placed me upon the blankets.

I shivered despite the heat. Steele stood back a bit, pushing his pants and boxers down. I stared at him, knowing I was going to miss this part of him. Not only did he have the best equipment, but he knew how to use it. He removed his pants all the way, and then knelt in front of me, pausing.

“Are you sure?”

I loved how he asked for my consent. Even though I didn’t fight him, he stopped and made sure I was okay. He knew I wanted it, but he forced me to say it.

I nodded.

“Words, love. Do you want me?” His face looked so eager, yet I could see the fear of rejection behind his lust.

“Yes,” I said, knowing I’d never stop wanting him. I would always think of him, think of the sex we had together and the burning chemistry. I’d never experienced anything like it before, and I doubted I would again. It was a special kind of heat that developed between two people who were never supposed to be together, but were thrust together for reasons unknown.

He didn’t hesitate again and maneuvered over me. He was hard and aching against my thigh, but he didn’t rush to fill me. Instead, he kissed my collarbone and the hollow of my neck, making me squirm underneath him. His hands treasured my hair, and he combed through it, tenderly feeling the strands in his large hands. Another kiss, feather light on my lips, and then he moved down in between the valley of my breasts. His mouthwas hot against me, and the heat from both our passion and the fireplace was already leaving a sheen of sweat against my skin.

Steele rubbed my arms, his thumbs pressing in and massaging me, and I arched my back and moaned, the pressure and touch feeling perfect.

He smiled, a gentle smile. Not his usual cocky smirk, but a sweet grin. My heart melted and I tried not to think about how this could be the last time we’d have sex.

I could feel him leak against my thigh, and I knew he was more than ready. I pushed down my panties and then reached down between us and grabbed his length, putting him exactly where I wanted him.

“Patience,” he said, and he moved farther down my body, removing himself from my entrance as his lips skimmed my belly button.

“I need you,” I breathed, my entire body shaking with want.

He drew back and looked at me, kissed my lips deep and full as he gave me his tongue. Then he adjusted himself and pushed inside of me.

It was exactly what I needed, and I felt relief as he stretched me apart. I was fuller than I’d ever been, and I knew Steele was definitely above average in that department.

He started to move, painstakingly slow. I groaned and tried to pull on his hips, showing him the pace I wanted. He just ignored me, moving slowly, pulling himself almost completely out of me before pushing back in.

“Steele,” I moaned, throwing my head back. “Please…”

“Daniel,” he whispered, kissing me again. “No one but you has ever called me that. I want to hear you say it.”

I hoped using his name would get me what I wanted faster.

“Please, Daniel.”

He let out a shaky breath, and then moved quicker. I felt him harden even more, and I knew he was turned on by the way I said his name.

It was just enough to send me over the edge. I came, whispering his first name over and over.

He pulled out completely, and then rested at my entrance. An odd expression came over his face as he locked eyes with me.

“I love you, Ashlynn,” he said, as he pushed back inside me and moaned as he released.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Steele

I hadn’t planned on saying it. When I set up everything in the library, I wanted to show her how I felt. Not tell her. But in that moment, with her underneath me, eyes sparkling and mouth agape, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted her to know what was in my heart.

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