“Easy,” he said, sucking in a breath when the torn drawstring on his pants, which he’d rigged together earlier, came undone. His pants commenced a slow slide down his hips.
“No.” She didn’t want to be easy. She wanted him.
His chuckle was part amusement, part frustrated desire. “Looking for control, then? You wanna be on top?”
That stopped her. Freezing in place, she lifted her gaze to Dagan’s. He was only half joking, and the thought of her being in command clearly turned him on. The red of his eyes had almost completely broken through their glamour.
“On top?”
One of his brows cocked. “Yeah. Want to?”
“Uh…” What could she say to that? “It’s been a while.”
A long while since she’d even had sex, since before Sara had died. Much less since she’d been on top. That had been…well, maybe never. If she had, she’d been too drugged to recall it.
Dagan’s soft, silky laugh reverberated through her whole body. He stood and his sweatpants dropped to his ankles. In one fluid motion, he turned and took a seat beside her, then grasped her by the waist and swung her into a straddle on top of him.
Disconcerted, she stared at him, but then his brows furrowed and he looked at her in question. “Lina?”
Something told her she’d better act now, before he got enough sense to change his mind…
Digging her toes into the couch, she closed her fingers around his full, thick length. His eyes fluttered half shut at once, and he let out a soft groan.
Now. She couldn’t wait another second.
Sucking in a breath, she rose up to fit his erection at the entrance to her body and then slowly began to slide down. Her muscles squeezed tight around him.
Dagan let out a long, ragged sigh and dropped his head back on the couch.
Whoa… She cried out softly at the sensation of his body filling hers. It was unbelievable. How long had it been since she’d felt anything like this?
Never. Not anything quite like this, and part of her recognized that was solely due to Dagan.
Before she could further ponder it, he grasped her hips and slid into her with one solid thrust. She cried out, arching her back at the unfamiliar sensation. Damn, but he was so big…so filling…so deliciously perfect deep inside her.
He let out a groan and tugged her shirt off, throwing it to the side. Then he slid her partially up before, once again, impaling her on his stiff length. Setting a slow and steady rhythm she couldn’t help but mimic.
She dug her toes deeper into the couch, wrapping her arms around his neck. Fitting her mouth to his, she moved her hips in countermotion to his hard pumps. Each and every silky thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge of release. Their tongues tangled in lazy imitation of their joined bodies.
When he shifted his hips, increasing the tempo of his upward thrusts, she arched her back in pleasure. Her low moans grew louder and louder, joined by his thick, heavy groans. Finally, aching with the need to climax, she took matters into her own hands. Using her position as leverage, she slapped her body down on his. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. Her moans became harsh cries of need. She barely noticed scraping her nails down his shoulders, his arms, as she rode him wildly.
“Fuck…” Dagan’s hands tightened on her, his fingers digging into her hips. “Lina.”
Without warning, her body convulsed in an orgasm so forceful that she could do no more than throw her head back in a soft scream. Her walls clenched him tight, urging his own release.
He let out a hoarse yell, his hips arching off the couch. Then, before she could even think twice about it, he slid out of her body, crushing her to him and muffling their cries with a deep kiss. His warm seed splashed against her abdomen.
He held her there, pressed against him, until her shudders subsided. With a soft exhale, he lifted his lips inches from hers to murmur, “I know the chances are slim, but I didn’t want to risk it.”
Because he knew about Sara.
A glimmer of longing sprang up in her heart, but she forced it back. She would have loved to have another child, would have loved a second chance. But she’d messed up too badly. There were no second chances for someone like her.
Lina buried her head in his neck. “Thank you.”
His arms slid up and down along her back. He held her tightly against him, so close that she felt the residual pulses of his cock from their lovemaking. They matched the tingle between her thighs that told her just how well-loved she’d been.
She breathed in deep, and allowed her heart to recover.
When Sara had died, Lina had sworn off men. Hell, she’d forsaken living altogether. Now it was as if she was being slowly reawakened. Brought back to life. And there was no doubt who was responsible.