Page 21 of Her Sweet Surrender
Sir was no ordinary man. Many Doms only played out their own fantasies with their subs, sacrificing the intimate act of lovemaking in exchange for fulfilling their physical desires.
However, Sir did not accept such limitations. He encouraged the emotional side of their connection and could be as equally tender and loving as he could be rough and demanding.
The love she felt for him at that moment was so intense it almost hurt.
Brie held her breath as he lightly grazed her jawline with his fingertips. Her skin tingled wherever he touched her.
Sir’s caress was so tender and reverent it made tears well up in her eyes. There was no doubt that this man’s feelings for her were equally intense.
“I love you, Thane,” she whispered.
He responded to her declaration by tilting her head to the side to expose her neck and growling. “Be still and do not drop the rose.”
Her heart skipped a beat when his warm lips landed on her throat. When she felt the pressure of his teeth against her skin, it sent currents of sensual electricity through her and she moaned in response.
Sir slipped off the material of her dress to expose her shoulder, leaving trails of kisses and light bites.
Brie trembled, feeling deliciously weak from his sensual attention.
“I enjoy seeing you in this dress. However, I love seeing you out of it even more.” Carefully lifting the dress over her head so she would not lose her grip on the rose, he let it drop to the floor beside them.
“Ah, yes…” he murmured, running his hands over her naked skin.
He gave her a ravenous smile as he turned her around, looking over every inch of her body. “Perfection.”
Brie cherished his praise, feeling fully and wholly beautiful in his eyes.
“I long to feel your naked skin against mine,” he stated with a sultry smile as he slowly undressed before her.
She stared at him, entranced by his masculine body. From his toned chest and hard shaft to his tight ass that flexed as he moved, the man was majestic naked.
Sir returned to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Still clutching the rose, she leaned back against his chest, aroused by his scent—it was a combination of musk mixed with a hint of sweetness that reminded her of a summer’s day.
“Much better,” he growled, pressing his hard cock against her as he grazed her nipples with his hands, causing them to contract into tight buds.
The chemistry between them was so powerful, her body ached with need.
“I love everything about you, Thane,” she purred softly. Her heart thrilled every time she said his name.
“The feeling is mutual,” he told her lustfully.
Gripping the rose with both hands had a similar effect to being handcuffed. It gave her a feeling of vulnerability which she thoroughly enjoyed.
Brie bit her lip when he began lightly rolling her nipple between his fingers. The erotic stimulation instantly made her pussy wet.
“Do you know what I want, Brie?”
Her heart quickened. “Tell me.”
“To watch my cock disappear down your throat.”
Brie smiled up at him as he helped her to her knees while she still held the flower. The blossom rested between her breasts. It was a powerful pose Brie enjoyed and he had made it unique with the addition of the rose.
“Open that pretty little mouth.”
Brie parted her lips for him and moaned when he fisted her hair and guided his cock into her mouth. Sir was gentle and slow, making love to her throat like he would her pussy. The fragrant scent of the rose added to the familiar action of sucking his cock, enhancing the experience.
Brie looked up at him in adoration as she deepthroated him.
