His words were like a benediction to her ears. For a few brief beautiful moments in time, she could pretend he meant those words and that she truly belonged to him.
She returned his kiss, lightly at first, then more passionate, showing him with her lips, her mouth, and her tongue just how much she wanted him. He pumped inside of her, his stroke long and slow, as their kiss grew violent and bruising in its intensity.
Suddenly, he sat up, taking her with him, his cock still buried inside her. She became aware that while she was naked, he’d remained fully clothed. Needing to feel his bare skin against hers, she peeled off his leather vest and rubbed her pebbled nipples on his chest. She dragged her fingers down the length of his arms, relishing the strength of his muscles and the intricate design of his tattoos.
“Tell me what it feels like to have my cock inside of you.” He palmed her breasts and bent to her chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
Chills raced down her spine, and pleasure darted from her nipples to her pussy. “I . . . can’t.”
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her so close, she didn’t know where she began and he ended. “You can. You will.” He thrust upward, grinding against her clitoris.
“I feel electrified. Alive.” She whimpered and bit the soft spot between his neck and shoulder. “You’re stretching me. It burns. I’ve never had anything as long and thick inside of me. It’s as if you’re touching a part of me I never knew existed.”
He plunged his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back, a ferocious expression on his face. “It didn’t, and you know why? Because it’s mine. Your pussy was designed to squeeze my cock. Not your fingers or a toy. No one else’s cock. Just mine.” He lifted her off him and placed her on her hands and knees, shoving her legs apart. Without mercy, he drove himself into her pussy again and again, his testicles slapping against her clit.
She’d never felt anything like it before. His cock completely filled her, almost as if it had swelled and lengthened. Sweat dripped down her spine, and her breasts swayed beneath her. Deep in her pussy, a sharp pleasurable tension developed, making her writhe and moan. “You’ve got to stop. It’s too intense.”
“It’s my cock hitting your G-spot,” he said breathlessly. “You think you’ve climaxed before? That was minor league compared to what I’m about to do to you. Let go, baby. Let go, and I’ll make you fly.”
As if he’d fucked her a hundred times and had trained her body to respond to his commands, her body listened, shattering like glass. She screamed and cried as wave after wave of contractions wracked her pussy, making her breathless and her heart accelerate. Cole pounded faster and then stilled, his cock twitching inside of her and a rush of warmth bathing her swollen tissues. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy and kissing her neck.
He dragged her with him to the floor, and she rested her head on his outstretched arm. It wasn’t comfortable, but she didn’t care. Her body still buzzed from the high of her orgasm. Right now, there was no place she’d rather be than in Cole DeMarco’s arms.
Danielle turned on her side to look into Cole’s now peaceful caramel eyes. “Who is she?
He frowned, and the hand that had been caressing her stilled. “She?”
“The beautiful collared woman you took upstairs to your private residence. The woman who obviously upset you.” She brushed her hand over his chest. “Is she your lover? The slaves believe she’s your collared submissive. The one woman with whom you have sex.” She flinched. “At least until me.”
Staring at her, he didn’t respond. A dozen different expressions passed over his face as he seemed to process her question. Was he wondering the best way to admit the truth? She preferred he say it quickly, as if he was ripping away a Band-Aid from her skin.
She held her breath, waiting to hear the words.
He bent his head and kissed her softly on the lips. “The woman is a submissive. But she’s not my submissive. Her name is Ariana Ivanoff. And she’s my ophthalmologist.”
Ophthalmologist? Stunned into silence, she waited for him to continue. He sat them both up and dragged his hand down his face.
“I’m going blind.”
Chapter Eighteen
DANIELLE HAD PREPARED herself to hear several explanations as to the identity of the mystery woman, but nothing could have prepared her for Cole’s shocking words.
“Every day I lose more of my sight. My ability to differentiate between colors. To see at night. Someday soon, it will all disappear. I’ll live in complete blackness. Just like my father and his father before him.”