Dungeon Games (Masters and Mercenaries #6.5)(30)

He’d said she wasn’t his type and she’d given him those words right back, but the minute he touched her, she’d gone up in flames. She’d never wanted a man the way she wanted him.

He gave her the craziest, sexiest grin. “I’m sure you can, gorgeous, but you don’t have to take care of yourself tonight. Let me take care of you.”

He lowered himself down again and Karina couldn’t help but welcome him. She didn’t even want to think about all the ways this could go wrong. She just wanted him.

It was time to stop thinking and let herself feel for once. Yes, she would likely get her heart ripped in two, but at least she would feel something beyond the numbness of the last several years.

“I want to make you feel good, gorgeous. Let me make you feel so good.” He whispered the words against her skin. She felt the rumble of his voice all along her flesh.

Heat poured through her body, the thrum of arousal a rhythm she couldn’t deny. She could still feel his tongue on her tenderest flesh. He hadn’t played around. He’d eaten her like she was the sweetest peach. What would he say if she told him the truth? What would he say if she told him she’d never been kissed there? That he was the first man to lick her and suck her and make her want to scream because she couldn’t take another second of his sweet torture.

Making love with Kevin had been wonderful, but Derek made her feel things she’d never imagined. Even his weight did something for her. He was so much bigger than her husband had been. He pressed her into the mattress, his legs spreading hers and making a place for himself. His chest came down on hers, the light hair there rasping against her nipples.

“God, you’re so f*cking beautiful, Karina.” His lips hovered above hers. “I want you so badly. Tell me I can have you.”

He was right there, his hips pumping against her. His cock was pressed to her clit and the heat was building all over again. Sweet want coursed through her. She let her hands find his hair. How was it so soft?

“Please, Sir.” She loved using that word on him. He was so dominant, so strong and yet he’d done something Kevin never had. Kevin never slipped out of his Dom role when they made love. He never gave up a second of control. He’d told her he needed it and she’d believed him, but there was something about Derek’s softness that made her melt. Kevin would never have asked her. He would have assumed if she didn’t use her safe word that everything was fine.

She’d never heard a man practically begging, needing her the way Derek seemed to tonight.

She couldn’t resist. She opened herself because she didn’t know how to do this any other way. She wrapped herself around him, offering him everything she had.

“You won’t regret it, gorgeous.” His mouth fused to hers, his tongue cajoling as he fitted his cock against her * and started to press inside.

She held on. He was so big. She gasped, but he’d done a damn good job of getting her ridiculously wet. He slid in an inch or so and held himself still, his forehead against hers.

“You’re going to kill me, Karina. Naturally you feel this good. Fuck, you’re so tight.” He pulled back a little and then carefully moved forward. His mouth came back on hers and he captured the little cry she made as he pressed his full length inside.

So full. Derek seemed to take up all the space, his cock foraging deep. She held on to him.

“Yes, you dig those nails in. I want it. You won’t hurt me.” He pulled out and f*cked back in, keeping his strokes measured, grinding his pelvis against hers. Every motion was careful, but she could see the toll it was taking on him. His face was flushed and tense.

She stroked his back, letting her hands go down to cup that wretchedly hot backside of his. “Give me more, Sir. Please.”

She wanted all of him. She wanted for him to lose control the way she was. Yes, she loved to play, loved to be controlled by her Dom, but she needed this, too. She needed to feel precious, sexy and wanted.

“I’ll give you everything.” He leveraged himself up on his arms and slammed against her pelvis, giving her the hard length of his dick in one thrust.

Karina felt him grind down on her even as he stroked that place deep inside that made her go off like a rocket. She didn’t fight it. She let that orgasm explode across her body. Wave after wave of pleasure sparked through her. She held on to Derek even as he lost that controlled rhythm he’d used and began to f*ck her with pure force. His hands tightened on her, holding on as he slammed into her again and again. His eyes closed and his head dropped back and then he shouted out her name as he held himself hard against her.

Even as he came, she felt the sparks again, the aftershocks of the earthquake he’d started deep in her body.

He collapsed down, his face next to hers, his body warm against her own.

Blood thrummed through her system, pulsing in the most pleasant way. She sighed and let the softness of the moment settle on her.

She half expected him to jump off the moment he was done, but Derek cuddled down, settling his head on her chest.

She let her hands brush through his hair. “How did you get away? Back in Afghanistan, I mean.”

He hadn’t finished his story and she found herself so curious. He rolled off her, but immediately settled at her side again. He propped his head up on his hand and stared at her for a moment. “Big Tag came after me. He went against orders and he found me.” He brought his free hand out to run his thumb over her lip. “It was the morning after Jones died. If I’d been able to keep him alive just another couple of hours…”