Page 209 of Merciless Desires

I placed my hands either side of his face and lifted it. His dark eyes bore a blood red halo and he looked as though he’d just been to hell and back, not bliss.

“I’m not perfect, Dax,” I whispered. “I’m far from perfect.”

He studied my face intently. “You’re perfect to me.”

He bent down, took my lips in his and moved. Each time he thrust into me it felt like a deep, dark kiss. Each time he accompanied it with a low grown it felt like a prayer. His hips glided through my inner thighs and his chest grazed my nipples, sharpening them into diamonds. His mouth and tongue were relentless, constantly demanding my attention, pulling it away from the pain that increased inside me.

He pulled away once, to catch his breath and whisper out what sounded like poetry. “This is what heaven feels like. You are what heaven feels like.”

Sliding a hand under my bottom, he lifted me a couple of inches, sliding even more deeply into my body. My eyes rolled back with unfamiliar sensations. My virginity had well and truly gone now.

“Fuck, Rose,” he said, hoarsely. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Dax—” I gripped him tightly between my thighs and slid a hand round the back of his hot, damp neck. “I’m amazing. Trust me.”

“I can’t believe it. I’m going to come already.” He sounded downright pissed off about it.

“You don’t have to,” I said with a whimper. “I’m not in any rush.”

He snorted. “It doesn’t work like that, Rose. For a guy, once you’re on that train, it’s near impossible to get off.”

“Can’t you think of something else? Like, I don’t know, work? Your family?”

“You think I can picture anything other than you when you’re finally beneath me? I’ll be damned if I start picturing other people while fucking the most beautiful girl in the world.”

My chest fluttered at the easy way he said the most vulnerable and generous thing I’d ever heard. “Then fuck me Dax. I want to feel you come inside me.”

His eyes suddenly glazed and he blinked several times like he couldn’t believe I’d just uttered those words.

“Well, here it comes my queen.”

My stomach stiffened as I braced myself. His thrusts became deep and quick, and his jaw hardened. I focused on his full bottom lip as it was pulled between his teeth in concentration. Something about that lip was familiar. As soon as the image came to mind, I banished it. I was never going to see Bookshop Boy again; I didn’t want him encroaching on this moment that was proving to be one of the most memorable of my life. But his lips…

Suddenly, his eyes squeezed shut and a pained expression crossed his face. He pushed himself deep inside me and shuddered forcefully. “Fuuuuck.”

In a beat of my battered heart, he thickened and burst, semen thrashing against the wall of my womb. His cock pulsed, releasing more jets. Then he relaxed.

His eyes opened briefly before he buried his face into my neck, panting and shaking with the aftershocks of his climax. He was right; I hadn’t orgasmed. In fact, I couldn’t ever imagine having an orgasm doing that, but I was still overcome by a sense of bliss.

“Dax—”

He shook his head against my neck. “I just need a minute.”

He needed a minute? Who would need a minute after fucking me? It’s not like I contributed in any way, at all. I’d just laid there while he did all the work.

I nodded silently and pushed my fingers through his sweat-damp hair.

Several minutes passed and I felt his lips open against the soft skin covering my throat. “I meant what I said.”

I tugged gently at the strands of his hair. “Which part.”

“Every part, but especially that you’re a queen.”

I warmed shamelessly, feeling his hardness remain inside my body.

“And I would do anything for my queen.”

His admission emboldened me. “In that case, I want you to fuck me again in the morning.”

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