He kissed me.
My thoughts upside down, the wall around my heart shattering, his giant cock stretched me past my limit and he kissed me.
Urgent and hard, his tongue stroked through my mouth like he needed me so bad he couldn’t breathe. But then he swirled his tongue in a soft caress and I lost my mind.
Tears dripped down my face.
His giant hands cupped my face and his body stilled. “What’s wrong?”
No one had ever kissed me like that.
“Irina?”
I shook my head because I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t afraid of him. I was terrified. I wanted him so bad, it hurt.
His arms wrapped around my back. “Come on.” He rolled with me securely in his embrace and sat back against the headboard. Buried deep inside me, his cock pulsed as I sat astride his huge, muscular thighs. “You cried when I kissed you. Why?”
Horrified by my tears, more slid down my cheeks.
He made no move to wipe them. “Am I hurting you?”
So, so much. I shook my head.
He gently brushed my hair from my face, then his hands encircled my waist. “Move with me, sweetheart.”
I choked back a sob at the term of endearment.
His hips thrust up and he lifted me a few inches. Intently watching me, he brought me gently back down. His lips still wet from our kiss, he was no longer just striking to me. He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t look at him anymore.
My forehead fell to his chest and I gripped his giant biceps. “Please,” I begged. “Make me come.” I needed to know, just once, what it felt like to come from a man inside me.
He ground his hips. My aching clit rubbed against his hard body, but he didn’t pick up the pace. Naked of clamps, my nipples ached for attention. I tried to buck my hips to speed up the rhythm, but his hands held me steady.
“No,” I cried. “I need more.”
His thumb slid to my clit. “Look at me.”
I groaned and thrust against his hand to capture more pressure. “Yes,” I panted. “Like that.”
“Look at me.”
I lifted my head.
His eyes fierce, his jaw set, he gave me a slow grind deep inside my core. “Give me the reason for the tears.”
The tight circle of pleasure his thumb kept unleashing on my clit went from desperate need to painful pressure, and my mind did what it did every time I wanted to escape from Viktor. It shut down.
As if reading my thoughts, Dane shook his head. “No. Don’t you shut down on me.” His giant hands grasped the sides of my face. “This doesn’t work like that.”
My fears bled out. “It doesn’t work anyway. This is all I get.” My voice faltered. “One time.”
“I’m not going to be done with you after one time.” He thrust into me so hard, my breasts bounced.
I groaned and forced myself not to believe what he was saying. “Don’t lie to me.” I gripped his arms harder.
“No lie, sweetheart.” He dropped his hand back between us and pounded into me, over and over.
His thumb working my clit, his sheer size making my G-spot sing, I told myself two times with him would be enough. He felt so incredible, I almost believed the lie. “You’re going to break me.”
“I’m going to make you come.” He thrust hard, then ground his hips. “Right now.”
He didn’t even get the last word out before the sound crawled up my throat and burst between us like a caged animal screaming for freedom. My back arched, my body bowed, and every nerve ending exploded at once.
I didn’t come. I violently burst through the orgasm he owned.
Tendrils of ecstasy crawled up my spine, over my shoulders and spread across my nipples. Pulsing spasms shocked my core, and my hips thrust like I was riding my first rodeo, but there was something missing.
“Oh my God, oh my God, come inside me!” I didn’t know what I was saying, I didn’t understand what I was feeling, I didn’t even know my own name, but I knew one thing for certain. I needed his release inside me. “Please,” I begged. I never wanted this feeling to end. “Don’t stop.” I gripped the short hair on his head and growled at him, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I was on a trajectory, and he was my orbit.
He didn’t even let me touch the sky.
His tongue thrust past my lips and the sweetest taste of dominance spilled into my mouth. He swept through my heat and rocked against my G-spot as he cupped my breasts. “That’s one, sweetheart.” He pinched my nipples hard. “You’re gonna give me another.”
His cock grew inside me, and I gasped in pleasure-pain. I didn’t know it could feel like this. I didn’t know I could fly and soar. I didn’t know I could reach past the sky and never touch the earth. This wasn’t holding back an orgasm. This wasn’t my own finger rubbing my clit. This wasn’t a vibrator wand pressed so hard against me it hurt. This was everything I’d been missing, and it simultaneously made me ecstatic and enraged.
But I didn’t get to process a single emotion.
Stormy green-brown eyes sucked me into their vortex as impossibly rough hands worked me into a frenzy. Pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit with finesse, dominating my body with a hand on my nape and another on my hip, Dane kissed me.
I never stood a chance.
The second orgasm didn’t build on a slow recovery. It reared up and stole every last molecule of air I had. I fought to keep from drowning at the same time I wanted to sink into this world of impossibility.
I’d barely grasped the thought when his cock grew unbelievably big and violently pulsed. My entire body shook and the first burst of his orgasm hit my core.
I flew apart.
If my body had not been conditioned for five years for multiple orgasms, my heart would have stopped. “Dane.”
He gripped my hips and slammed me down on his pulsating cock. “That’s it, sweetheart.” His hot seed pumped into my body. “Feel me.”
The clutches of my orgasm wrapped around my heart and constricted my chest as my body exploded with ecstasy.
Dane Marek wasn’t a problem solver.
He was my savior.
A six-foot-four, muscled-like-a-god savior who took my heart and crushed it into oblivion as he branded my body with a taste of heaven I’d never get again.