Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Katrina
“Oh, God. Yes, Van,” I cry out, hands clenching Dagger’s hair, his mouth between my legs.
The moment we were home, Dagger was on me. Stripping clothes from my body, walking me back to the bedroom, where he laid me down and commenced showing me what he meant by one long night. That was hours ago, and now we were on round three, or maybe four. I wasn’t sure which.
It didn’t matter. All that did is what Dagger is doing to my body.
His strong hands grip my thighs as he devours me, the coarse hair of his beard creating the most exquisite friction against my sensitive skin. I arch my back, pressing myself harder against his mouth, needing more of his sinful tongue, more of his possessive growls that vibrate through my core.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for anymore. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
Dagger looks up at me, those dark eyes burning with desire as he slowly kisses his way up my body, leaving a trail of fire across my stomach, between my breasts, along my neck.
The skull and dagger tattoos on his chest gleam with sweat as he moves over me, his massive frame blocking out everything else in the world.
“You taste like a fucking dream,” he growls against my ear, his voice rough and deep. “But I’m not done with you yet. I’ve gone months without the taste of you on my lips.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat through my body. I pull his face to mine, kissing him hard, tasting myself on his lips. The possessive growl that rumbles from his chest makes me shiver with anticipation.
“Months is too long,” I whisper against his mouth, my fingers tracing the outline of his dagger tattoo. Going months without him, I know now I didn’t have to. I’d been scared at the time. ”I missed this. Missed you.”
Dagger’s eyes darken as he captures my wrists, pinning them above my head with one powerful hand. His free hand slides down my body, exploring every curve with deliberate slowness.
“I’m going to make up for every second of what we’ve missed out on,” he promises, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave that makes my core clench with need.
He releases my wrists only to flip me onto my stomach with surprising gentleness, lifting me until I’m on all fours. Dagger’s body comes over mine, his beard tickles along my shoulder blades, his cock pressing at my entrance.
“You’re mine, Katrina.” The gruffness in his voice sends a shiver throughout my body.
“Always,” I whisper back, the word catching in my throat as he enters me in one powerful thrust.
My body bows from the intensity. My fingers grip the sheets beneath me tighter. My head going backward as Dagger establishes a rhythm that has me seeing stars. Each thrust is deliberate, possessive, claiming. The weight of his body presses me down, surrounding me, protecting me, owning me.
“That’s it,” he growls, one hand tangling in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp. “Say it again.”
“Yours,” I moan, pushing back against him, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. “I’m yours, Van.”
“Damn right you are.”
His pace increases, his breathing ragged against my neck. I can feel the tension building within me, that familiar coil tightening at the base of my spine. Dagger knows my body better than I do, knows exactly how to push me over the edge.
“Come for me, baby,” he commands, his free hand sliding around to where we’re joined, his fingers circle my clit with expert precision. The dual sensation of him inside me and his fingers working magic on my most sensitive spot pushes me to the brink.
“I can’t . . .” I gasp, but my body betrays me, already climbing toward that peak. “Van, I’m going to . . .”
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Let go for me. Come all over my cock.”
The orgasm crashes through me with such intensity that I cry out, my body trembling as waves of pleasure radiate outward from my core. Dagger doesn’t slow his pace, driving into me harder, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Katrina,” he groans, his rhythm becoming erratic. “You feel so damn good.”
His fingers tighten on my hip, and I feel him shudder as he finds his release. He collapses over me before rolling to his side so as not to put all his weight on me. His arms hold me tight against his chest, both of us breathless and slick with sweat.
For a long moment, we lie there in silence, both our hearts beating in tandem.
Dagger’s hand traces lazy patterns across my stomach right over the little bump where our baby resides, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
I nestle deeper into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his skin against mine.
The room is dark except for the sliver of moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting shadows across the walls.
“I never thought we’d be here again,” I whisper, breaking the silence between us.
My fingers trace the outline of the dagger tattoo on his chest, feeling the slight ridges of the ink beneath my fingertips.
“I mean, I know we’ve slept in the same bed for weeks, and we’ve been getting to know each other, but I didn’t think we’d get to this point. ”
Dagger’s arm tightens around me. “I always knew we would be. Told you when I came after you, I wasn’t in this just for the baby. I wanted you.”
“You really wanted me?” I lift my head to look at him, studying the sharp angles of his face in the dim light.
He nods, his dark eyes meeting mine. “Told you I did. That night we met, I knew you were it for me. You got under my skin. You’re in my blood, Katrina.”
The rawness in his voice makes my chest tighten.
“I’ve never had someone do what you’ve done for me.” I share with him, letting him hear the vulnerability in my voice.
“I know you haven’t, baby,” he whispers and presses a kiss to my temple.
“It’s not easy to let people in, but you’re under my skin. In my blood too,” I admit.
Dagger rolls me so that we’re facing each other, one of his hands comes up to tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so we’re eye to eye.
“It’s good I’m in there because I intend to stay, Katrina.
I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll prove every day that it’s worth the risk.
You won’t regret it, I swear on my life you won’t. ”
Tears prick at my eyes, and I tug his face down to mine, kissing him deeply. I hope he’s right because he has the power I’ve never given to anyone, and that’s the ability to break me in a way my mother tried more than once growing up.