Page 31 of The Perfect Escape
There was no reason not to do as he said. I trusted him with my life and knew he would never hurt me. Lifting my arms from the bed, I held them out to him. With little effort, he wrapped the scarf around my wrist. The scarf was soft against my skin, and if I wanted, I could easily remove my wrists from the silky restraint.
Davian took hold of my wrists and moved them above my head. “Hopefully, the restraint will remind you to keep your arms above your head.”
If he only knew how hard that would be. I wanted nothing more than to touch his exposed chiseled chest and run my hands up and down the ridges of his hard muscles. But that would be against his request, so instead, I dreamed of how it would feel to touch him.
Davian broke my fantasy when he ran his hand down my neck to the valley between my breast. Squeezing his index finger and his thumb together, he unfastened the front clasp of my bra, exposing my desire for him. A mischievous grin spread across his face. “I love the way you react to my touch. I’m going to enjoy feasting upon every inch of your succulent body.
Holding my breasts’ weight in his hand, he let out a moan of approval, causing me to suck in a breath. I was going crazy and needed more of his bridled touch. He was using the control he had over me to his advantage—drawing out the pleasure I was seeking.
Lightly skimming my breast, he reverted to gently kneading, grazing the bud of my nipple, driving me even more crazy. My body was begging for more. What he was doing wasn’t enough. “Please, Davian,” I pleaded, lifting my back from the bed, coaxing him to take more of me.
Giving me more of what I needed, Davian pinched my nipples between his fingers firmly until they hardened, making me cry out, “Yes, yes.”
Lowering his mouth to the taut peak, Davian lapped his tongue around the tip, pushing my willpower even further. Sucking the firm peak, he worked his tongue over it while tweaking the other forcefully. The pain, pleasure, he caused was almost unbearable, but all I wanted was more. Switching his efforts from one nipple to the other, I could feel the wetness building between my legs, and he hadn’t even entered me. Rocking my hips upward, I taunted him into giving me what I needed. “More, Davian. I need more.”
Raising his head, his breath brushed against my cheek. “You are a naughty girl, princess.”
“Only because you make me that way,” I said, my body heated with the need to feel him completely. “Please, Davian. Give me what I need.”
“And what would that be, princess? I want to hear you say it.”
“I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.” I would have said anything just to feel him.
A suggestive grin spread across his face as he lowered his hand down my stomach to the waistband of my lacy panties. With a twist of his finger, he moved it away to give him the access he needed. Rocking my hips upward, Davian dragged his thumb across my clit. My breath hitched with a soft whimper.
I bit my bottom lip, trying to harness the orgasm ready to unleash, but Davian was there to muffle my cry of pleasure by placing his lips over mine in a dominating, yet gentle kiss. As he continued to kiss me, Davian pushed two fingers inside. I could feel my body tense until it adjusted to the invasion. As he slid his fingers carefully between my folds, I found myself rolling my hips along with each thrust of his fingers in and out. Nothing felt as good as this.
Davin curled his finger forward, finding my sweet spot. Moving my hips faster, I was close to coming undone. “Yes, Davian. That’s it. Please don’t stop.”
With each thrust of his fingers, I pulled him deeper as I pushed against him. My body clamped down, and within moments, I came in an uncontrollable heated explosion.
I laid on the bed, completely sated, while Davian pushed to his feet and pulled a condom from his pocket before sliding his pants down his legs. His cock sprung free, and already my arousal was on full alert, ready for another round.I would never get enough of this man.
While he positioned himself by kneeling between my legs, my eyes fell to his impressive erection as he rolled on the condom. Raising his gaze to mine, he lowered his body over me. “Tomorrow we are going to go to the island doctor. As much as I love being inside you, I would rather do it with no barriers between us.”
I wanted that as much as him, if not more. But for now, having him rooted deep inside me was the only thing on my mind. Of course, the need to touch him was also there, but I continued to obey him by leaving my arms above my head.
Balancing his body above mine with one arm, Davian took hold of his shaft and stroked it a few times before placing it at my entrance. The wetness remaining between my folds allowed him to push inside with ease. I spread my legs further to receive all of him. Movement for movement, I met every thrust with the upward motion of my hips. I could feel him fill me, stretching me to the limit.
Davian reached above my head and locked his fingers with mine. My eyes met his, never once leaving his commanding gaze. “God, you feel so fucking good.” His words were raspy as he continued his relentless thrusts. “You will not come until I command you to, princess.”
I was already so close to the edge, every minute pushing me closer and closer to falling over. “Please, Davian.”
“Come.”
His command was like being sent to heaven. My muscles gripped him, and my body shuddered with pure ecstasy. Just like mine, Davian’s body tensed, and with one more violent stroke, he unleashed the rage inside him.
~23~
Davian
Reyna was already fast asleep when I returned from the bathroom after depositing the condom in the trash. If it hadn’t been for my exhaustion, I would have watched her sleep. She was like a fairytale princess waiting for the prince to wake her. I felt more like an ogre than a prince. Tucking my body close to hers, I pulled the covers over and nuzzled my head on the pillow. There was something to be said about breathing in the scent of a woman, and Reyna had the most comforting scent there was.
The moon illuminated through the floor-to-ceiling panel of glass, and as I gazed across the room, I concentrated on her breathing to ease me to sleep. The thought of Reyna sharing my bed, now and for always, gravitated toward the realization that she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
Pulling her closer, my eyes felt like a ton of bricks, exhaustion finally taking over. My eyes remained closed until I heard Reyna’s breathing became more labored. She was dreaming, but the way her body shook told me that her dream wasn’t good.
I pushed to a sitting position and placed my hand on her shoulder, trying to wake her from the nightmare she was having. “Reyna, wake up.”
