Dungeon Games (Masters and Mercenaries #6.5)(66)

He stared at her, memorizing the vision of her golden skin laid out, her face open and trusting. This, this was the start of his life, and he didn’t want to forget a second of it.

“Derek?” Karina held her hand out.

He took it, joining her on the bed. He touched the place on her forehead where a lump had formed. She’d fought like hell.

“Don’t think about it, Derek. It’s just a little bump. It doesn’t even hurt. It won’t scar.”

He kissed that little lump that she’d gotten while fighting for her life. And then he kissed the small scar on her cheek that wasn’t even noticeable under makeup. “Your scars are beautiful.”

He kissed them all, finding even the smallest of places where she’d once been hurt and lavishing affection there.

She protested and giggled when he flipped her over and caressed every inch of her skin. “You’re making me crazy. Kiss me.”

“I am kissing you and this is my time, so you be still.” It was his time to explore her body with no limits, no walls between them. He kissed the nape of her neck, nibbled on her earlobes, and licked his way down her spine. He kissed everywhere those damn ropes had burned. His ropes were the only ones that would ever touch her again. He would bind her in silk and make her feel his love, his devotion.

He could smell her arousal. He chuckled a little as he noticed her hands were fisted in the bedspread.

“Do you want something, baby?” He loved making her beg.

“You know what I want. So give it to me.”

Oh, she really was asking for it. He gave her ass a quick but hard smack. “That was your warning. I’m not going to give you a full-on spanking no matter how much you beg. You might think you know best, but I’m in charge here. I will continue to play with you and not allow you to come.”

She whimpered a little, the sound making his cock jump. “Please, Master.”

“That’s better.” He kissed the place he’d just spanked. “Now ask me for what you want. Use words that get me hot and ready for you.”

He loved it when she talked dirty.

“I want your cock, Master. Please give me your cock.”

He turned her over, loving the way her skin had flushed. He let his fingers find her *. Wet. Soft. His. His fingers parted her labia as she whimpered again and closed her eyes, giving over to him. He played for a minute, f*cking her with a single finger while his thumb found her clit.

“Is that not enough, baby?”

She shook her head. “You know it’s not enough. I need your cock.”

But she would take what he gave her and he wanted more than whimpering cries. He wanted to make her scream because he wasn’t sure how long he would last once he got inside her. There was too much emotion riding him, too much longing.

He gave her a second finger, curling them inside her to find her sweet spot. He leaned over and sucked her clit.

She screamed his name as she came.

And then he was done with waiting. He covered her body with his and was finally where he’d needed to be all night. Skin to skin. His chest to hers, their legs tangled, their eyes meeting. He made a place for himself between her legs and smoothed her hair back. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Her arms wound around him, binding him as securely as he bound her with ropes. She didn’t need ropes. She just needed to be close to him to make him feel safe.

He leaned down and kissed her, thrusting his tongue in even as his cock found its home. He pushed deep inside her in a single ruthless thrust. She groaned against his mouth.

She pulsed around him, her * tight as a vise. So hot. So f*cking good.

Over and over he thrust inside, keeping his body tight to hers, wanting nothing at all between them.

Her legs wound around him and he was utterly enveloped in her.

She kept pace with him, matching him thrust for thrust and leaving her mark on his back. He loved the way she fought for her pleasure, gave him everything she had.

But it was too sweet to last. He felt his spine tingle, his balls drawing up and ready to blow. Anticipation flashed through him. This wasn’t the end, just the beginning. He would make love to his wife for the rest of his life.

He ground down against her clit as he thrust in as far as he could go.

Karina tightened around him, holding on as she moaned and rode the wave of her orgasm. She clung to him as pure pleasure swamped his system. He lost his rigid control and plunged mindlessly into her. Over and over he thrust, giving her everything he had, giving up every ounce of come.

He finally couldn’t move again and let his body fall to hers. Her hands found his hair, sinking in and holding him to her body.

He let his head rest against her breast and promised to never let her go again.





Epilogue



Karina dropped her Styrofoam cup in the trash. All around her the meeting was breaking up. Some of the members were old friends and some came and went, their faces fleeting in her memory. They were all passengers on a journey they took together, a journey they chose to take because they’d decided life was worth more than a momentary high. So much more.

“I heard a rumor that you’re going to be doing some charity work,” the meeting leader said with a grin. Howard had been running the three p.m. every day for years.

“As soon as I can find a space.” She was beyond excited about this new chapter in her life. She was in the planning stages, but she was going to start a youth outreach that helped young drug offenders find rehab instead of jail, an education instead of death. “And I’ve been told by my soon-to-be mother-in-law that everything can wait until after the wedding.”