Chapter 27 Lark
LARK
Ifelt warm, good, and deliciously achy.
And safe.
I opened my eyes. I knew instantly that it was still the middle of the night. I’d always had a good internal clock.
We’d forgotten to turn the bedside lamp off and it cast a golden glow around Bastian’s sexy bedroom. I turned my head on the pillow and my heart lodged firmly in my throat.
He was lying beside me. Asleep.
In his off mode, he wasn’t really more relaxed. He was still a force of nature and reminded me of a lion. In his element, knowing he was the most dangerous thing around. He was sprawled half on his stomach, one powerful arm curled around the pillow. His skin looked golden and his muscles touchable.
My belly clenched. I thought of the way those muscles had moved as he’d fucked me.
The bed was a mess. The sheets were half pulled off, the pillows askew.
We’d been wild.
After that first, heady time, we’d eaten and showered. Things had gotten heated again under the hot water. He dragged me back to the bed, wet and hungry, and then got his mouth on me. Everywhere. I’d been a trembling mess.
Then he slid that long, beautiful cock inside me again. He’d made me come two more times. The man was ruthless at everything he did.
Now, I wanted to touch him. I wanted free reign to drive him as crazy as he drove me.
As I watched, he rolled over onto his back, baring his chest and ridged abdomen.
Yum. His cock was currently soft against his muscular thigh. Need hit me hard and fast. There was no thinking, no rational thought, nothing except wanting my hands and mouth on him.
I shifted closer and pressed my mouth to his firm pec. I licked his skin, tasted the faint taste of salt. I dragged my tongue lower, moving down and over his hard abs.
I felt him wake with a clench of muscles. I wrapped my hand around his no-longer-soft cock. It hardened further in my hand.
“Christ, Lark.” His voice was low and throaty from sleep.
I moved, my cheek nuzzling his thigh, my gaze was on his pulsing erection. I licked it. I ran my tongue over the head, all around the tip, then down his hard length. I moved back up, opened my mouth, and sucked him between my lips.
Bastian groaned.
Yes, that was what I wanted to hear. I moved down, just a few teasing inches, then up, then down, up. I love feeling the exquisite tension in his big body.
The next time I went down, I went way down, as deep as I could go.
“Hell,” he groaned, his voice thick.
He didn’t sound like cool, controlled Bastian Thorne.
I sucked harder, and his hand slid into my hair and clenched. I felt the sting on my scalp. I liked it. As I bobbed up and down, I looked up his magnificent body. Our gazes clashed.
The heat in his eyes scorched me. I felt slick between my thighs, everything inside me throbbing.
Mine. He’s mine.
This was my cock. My hard body. My handsome face. All of him was mine.
When his hand twisted, forcing me to take more of him, I shoved those dangerous thoughts away. Pleasure was growing inside me, threatening to spill out. The deep, throaty noises he made were the best sounds I’d ever heard.
I needed more of him. With a pop, I released his cock and scrambled on top of him. Those dark eyes looked like glistening, molten rock. I gripped his cock and straddled him.
Bastian gripped my hips. I thrust down as he thrust up.
His big cock filled me and I whimpered. His hand slid to my ass, gripping my cheeks and urging me to move.
Lifting my hips, I rode him, bouncing on his cock. I filled myself with him.
“Yes, baby. Fuck.” His hot gaze roved over me, dropping to where I was taking his cock. His hand squeezed my buttock, urging me to move faster.
A second later, he sat up. One hand slid into my hair, while the other wrapped around my body, thrusting me down to take him all.
“Bastian.” My tone was begging.
“My sweet Lark. My sexy little assassin. She loves being full of my cock.”
Everything in me pulsed.
His hand slipped between our straining bodies and he pinched my clit.
I flew apart. My orgasm felt like it went on forever.
Suddenly, my body was lifted off him. Bastian tossed me on the bed, on my belly. He yanked my hips up and slammed back inside me.
I cried out, my hands twisting in the sheets.
God. He powered inside me. Every thrust made my body jolt. His hand slid into my hair. He tugged me onto my hands, and roared as he found his own release. His body bucked against mine.
I’d loved listening to him come.
Finally, his hand released my hair and I collapsed onto the bed. Then, I felt his lips on the back of my neck, on my shoulder blades, down my spine. I smiled. Who knew that Bastian could be sweet as well as sexy.
“Want to shower again?” he asked.
“No. I kinda like having you on me, inside me.”
He pulled me into his body, and I snuggled into him.
“I didn’t ask if you were on anything? Contraception.”
I froze. Shit. It hadn’t even crossed my mind. I was an idiot.
He didn’t sound worried. I cleared my throat. “Yeah. I get a shot. And I’m clean as of my last physical.”
He fiddled with my hair. “Me too, little bird. I’d never put you at risk. I get checked regularly.”
Because he fucked a lot of women. I shoved the thought away. “Well, it’s lucky I get a shot.” I slapped his chest. “What would you do if I ended up pregnant?”
God, two dangerous assassins and a baby. The thought was crazy.
His fingers brushed my cheek, then moved lower, his gaze watching as he played with my nipple.
I stilled and watched as he rested his palm on my belly.
“Then we’d make a beautiful baby.”
My chest hitched. What?
He just smiled at me and pulled me closer. “We need some more sleep.”
“Right,” I managed.
His arms wrapped around me.
My brain was whirling like crazy at that baby comment, but the warmth and security of his hold finally had me relaxing.
I fell asleep to the steady beat of his heart.