Unconditional (Masters and Mercenaries #5.5)(53)

Out of control and yet oddly safe. Safe enough to take a chance.

On his next pass, she opened for him, allowing him in, and the kiss morphed in a heartbeat from sweet to overpowering.

She could practically feel the change in him. He surged in, a marauder gaining territory. His tongue commanded hers, sliding over and around, his left hand tangling in her hair and getting her at the angle he wanted. Captured. She felt the moment he turned from seduction to Dominance, and now she understood completely why they capitalized the word. Damon didn’t merely kiss her. She’d been kissed before, little brushes of lips to hers, fumblings that ended in embarrassment, long attempts at bringing up desire. This wasn’t a kiss. This was possession.

He’d said she belonged to him for the course of the mission, and now she understood what he meant. He meant to invade every inch of her life, putting his stamp on her. If she proceeded, he would take over. He would run her life and she would be forced to fight him for every inch of freedom she might have.

“That’s right, love. You touch me. I want you to touch me. If you belong to me, then my body is yours, too.”

She hadn’t realized her hands were moving. She’d cupped his bum even as his fingers slid along the band of her knickers, under and over, sliding along her female flesh.

He’d said exactly the right thing. He hadn’t made her self-conscious. He’d told her he would give as good as he got. It wasn’t some declaration of love, but she’d had that before and it proved false. Damon Knight was offering her something different. He was offering her the chance to explore without shame.