Dominance Never Dies (Masters and Mercenaries #11)(54)

There wasn’t anywhere to go, anything to do except to feel. She felt Case’s heat and the edge of his teeth. Felt how he pressed her body open and how his cock pushed against her *. Felt how her body was soft and wet and welcoming him.

He switched places, his fingers tormenting the nipple he’d just sucked. He was everywhere. She couldn’t think of anything except him and that was perfect. Case had been in the forefront of her thoughts since the moment she’d met him.

He moved down her body, kissing and caressing her. His hands shifted, holding her tight when he would take a nip. He held her down, letting her feel his strength. His teeth would bite down gently, just enough to make her squirm, and then he would soothe the little ache with his tongue. He moved under her breasts and down her belly. He kissed her hips and pressed a long kiss right above her pelvic bone.

His body wasn’t on top of hers anymore, but she could still feel his dominance in how her wrists couldn’t move and the way he pressed her legs apart. In that moment she was his. He had all the control and there was something so sensual about the way he used his strength to pleasure her.

He ran his nose down again, seeming to glory in the way she smelled. If she’d been self-conscious before, Case’s open sexuality would have put her at ease. He loved what he was doing. Yes, he was pleasuring her, but there was no way to miss how the man was reveling in the act.

Mia nearly came off the bed with the first long lick of his tongue. She gasped and looked down the length of her body. He was staring back up at her, his blue eyes hot as he devoured her. He parted her labia and his tongue dove deep.

He speared her, piercing her with long, deep thrusts of his tongue. His mouth encased her with heat.

So good. It felt so good. She wanted to buck against him, to force him to f*ck her harder, give her more, but he was far too smart for that. His weight deliciously crushed her, pinning her and making it impossible to do anything but take his torture. He finally seemed to find some mercy. His hand moved up, callused fingers finding her clitoris, and he pressed down. He captured the slippery button and rubbed until she couldn’t hold back the wave a second longer.

Her whole body spasmed, tightening and then releasing in a grand wave of pleasure. It raced through her veins and took over her whole system. Her world narrowed down to him. There was only Case. His warm skin. His masculine scent. The sound of his groan as he finished making a meal of her.

He gave her one last lick and then got to his knees.

She watched with languid eyes as he rolled a condom over his big cock, stroking himself before he fell on her. His muscular body covered her own. He didn’t hold an ounce of his weight off her. It didn’t matter. She wanted it. Wanted to be pressed down by him, mastered by this one man. He was the only man she would ever allow to master her.

Case kissed her, his tongue going deep and giving her back the taste of her own arousal. She was there on his lips and tongue. She’d branded him as surely as he’d scorched her.

His cock pressed against her *. So big. So hot. She wanted that cock like she’d wanted nothing before. She needed Case inside her, their bodies connected.

Still, he seemed determined to take his time. He caught her face between his hands, his body weight controlling hers, his rope taking care of her hands. He held her face still as he kissed her over and over again. Case seemed to need control in a way she couldn’t completely understand. He overwhelmed her. He’d done it from the moment he’d walked into her life. It had scared her at first, but now it seemed like something to treasure because he was here with her. They were finally on the same page at the same time, and Mia threw away every reservation she had.

Case could handle her family and she could handle Case. She could handle his need to dominate without losing herself. He needed her. He needed her strength and her passion, and she intended to give it all to him.

Her life had been a series of struggles, but if all that pain she’d lived through led her to him, then she would be satisfied.

She gave up any thought of fighting this wave she was riding. The pleasure was simple and amazing, but the emotion was beyond anything she’d felt. He was hers.

She would have given a lot to wrap her arms around him, but for now he seemed to need those ties and bindings so she settled for submitting, for giving him what he requested with every dominant thrust of his tongue.

“Waited so long for this,” he murmured against her lips. “Want it to be good.”

He pushed up and stared down at her as though memorizing her face. His hips moved, rolling against her core. His big cock slid over her clitoris and she could feel the pleasure starting to build again.

“It’s already the best I’ve ever had.” She wasn’t going to play coy with him. She was a woman who’d figured out how to play men from a fairly early age, but she intended to use none of those tricks on him. Honesty. It was all she wanted with him. And this. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as he rubbed against her again. Yes, she needed this.

His eyes seemed to soften. “Me, too. But I promise this is going to be even better.”

His hips flexed and he surged inside, his cock invading with ruthless precision. Once more he devastated her senses. He didn’t play around and give her time to take him. He gave himself to her in one hard thrust and she gasped at the sensation. She was so wet and ready there wasn’t any pain, but she was gloriously full. She tried to squirm, to adjust around him.