Chapter 17
Seventeen
Katriana
He strokes the swollen head of his shaft through my folds and the look of raw hunger that drifts across his shadowed face feeds my soul.
“You’re dripping wet, baby girl.”
“Mm-hm.” I’m ready. Aching for him in ways I never knew my body could ache.
He pushes to his knees, kneeling between my opened thighs.
Looking up at him, I see a man in pain and yet, soft for me.
Tattoos, ink, shadows and secrets all color this man in different shades.
Yet all I see is the man who protected me today at all costs.
He proved to me I could trust him. Even if tomorrow we separate, I know he truly considers me precious.
That's all I can ask for. To look at me and know that I am a woman worth more than words on a paper or something to be owned and used.
Using his finger and thumb, Drake spreads my swollen folds and drags the head of his cock through my juices. I gasp and rock against him, desperate for more the second he hits the bundle of nerves tucked between my folds.
“Please, Drake,” I gasp, reaching for him.
“Please what, little rose? Tell me what you want your lover to do to you.”
His words shoots a wave of heat through my body. I’ve never… I don’t think. “I… touch me there. I want to fill your fingers inside me. I want you to stroke me and touch me before you enter me. I want to see you suck my juices off your fingers and I want…”
“Yes, little rose?” Hooded eyes consider me from above.
“I want you to kiss me after.”
No sooner than I get my wish out, is he delivering. Two thick fingers slowly, ever so slowly, enter my tight channel. He curls his fingers and I’m suddenly arching off the bed. He strokes his callused touch against a spot that has my toes curling and my breath leaving my lungs.
“Drake. Ohh…I need more. I need–”
“I know, baby girl.” He leans over me, dragging my throbbing clit between his lips. He licks, sucks and teases me until I’m writhing beneath him.
And then my release hits. Waves of heat rock through me and I explode in his mouth.
Drake groans, curling those fingers of his at just the right time to have me squirting my release. It’s a wave of liquid heat I can’t control. It floods my channel, spilling down my seam, and Drake is right there to lick all my juices. He raises to his knees and drapes his body over me.
Holding my eyes with his, my mafia boss licks my lower lip. I open for him and moan at the taste of my release on his tongue. The kiss is hard, hot and so sexy. Our tongues clash and reach up, dragging my fingers through his hair, holding him to me until both of us are gasping for air.
When we finally break apart, he positions himself at my entrance.
The head of his cock presses against my slick heat, my breath catching in my throat.
He's so much bigger than I expected. So thick and hard and impossibly male.
The pressure of him against my most intimate place sends a shiver racing down my spine that has nothing to do with fear.
He pushes forward. Slowly. Just the tip.
I gasp, my body tensing around the intrusion. The stretch is unfamiliar, overwhelming, a fullness I've never experienced. My fingers dig into his shoulders as I try to adjust to the sensation of him stretching me. I can feel him rest against the part of me I’ve held onto for so long.
He moves a hand beneath me and grips my ass, the sensation a wonderful contrast to the pain.
He freezes immediately. "Are you okay, baby girl?" He slips his cock from me and eases back in. The move is unexpected and I shudder against the new sensations overwhelming me.
"Yes." The word comes out breathless, shaky. "It's just... you're..."
"I know. I’m big, but you can take me. I know you can. Your body was made for me." A small smile curves his lips, softening the intensity in his gray eyes.
"We'll go slow."
Another inch. Then another. The tight grip of my body resists and yields in turns, stretching to accommodate his thick girth. I can feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him claiming space inside me that has never been touched.
Then he stops. Something in his expression shifts. I feel the tension coil through his muscles.
"Katriana." His voice is rough with emotion I can't quite name. "Once I take your virginity, you’re mine as much as I am yours. Do you hear me? This is all your choice, but there’s no way I won’t see you as all mine. My to hold and cherish forever."
I will not cry. I will not cry.
A fat tear slips from the corner of my eye.
I meet his eyes without flinching. "I knew I waited for someone special and that man is you, Drake Moses."
My words crash over him visibly. His whole body goes still. His gray eyes widen, then soften with something that looks almost like reverence.
"Why me?"
The question breaks something open inside me. All the walls I've built, all the defenses I've constructed, they crumble in the face of his vulnerability. This powerful, dangerous man is asking me why I chose him, as if he genuinely doesn't know.
"Because you're the first person who made me want to. Who made me feel safe, protected and wanted as a real person." Tears prick at my eyes, but I'm smiling. I can't help it. "Because you stopped when I said wait. Because you gave without taking. Because you make me feel precious."
He lowers his forehead to mine. Closes his eyes. I feel his breath shudder against my lips as he tries to compose himself.
"I'm going to make this so good for you."
It's a promise that I feel binds us closer and I believe him with every fiber of my being.
He eases forward. I feel my body yield, the last barrier giving way to his gentle pressure. The stretch intensifies, a sharp sting that makes me suck in a breath and dig my nails into his shoulders. But beneath the sting is something else. Something that feels like completion.
His eyes lock with mine and I can see the fire of his raw emotions blaze in the depths of gray.
I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into him and push him the last inch inside me.
I gasp. He's inside me. Fully. Completely. The man I've fallen for, the man who bled for me, the man who destroyed his own brother to keep me safe. He's part of me now in a way no one has ever been.
"Tell me when I can move. I never want to do anything that will hurt you." His voice is strained with the effort of holding still. I can feel the tension vibrating through his muscles, the restraint it's costing him to wait for my permission.
My channel clenches around him. I feel stretched to the limit, my inner flesh struggling to accept his width and length. As true as that is, my senses moan with the need to feel him move. To feel him stretch me until the burning pain is nothing more than an inferno of pleasure.
"Move, Drake. I need to feel every hard inch of you inside me over and over again." My voice comes out strained but determined.
He pushes to his knees, and I watch his glorious muscles ripple with control as he pulls from my body and sinks into me. He’s gentle at first. But then his strokes become hard, claiming.
The whole time he doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t have to. I can read every thought he’s having because he’s showing me. He’s letting me into his soul as I’m letting him into mine.
The fullness shifts from discomfort to something warmer, something that pulses with possibility.
I roll my hips. The friction sends sparks shooting through my core. Drake falls over me, his weight a delicious pleasure to feel. He groans, a sound that vibrates through both of us, and his fingers tighten on my hips.
Drake's hands tighten around the round globes of my ass.
He spreads them, allowing his fingers to find the little entrance of my rear.
I'm slick with moisture spilling down my seam. He teases, strokes and presses just hard enough to breach the tight ring of muscle. A scream tears from my lips one minute and in the next I can’t find my breath.
Waves of sensations bombard me.
Drake buries himself deep. A harsh masculine sound rasps from his throat.
“Katriana, fuck. You’re so good. So good. Your pussy was made for me.”
His words are a hard, throaty whisper against my shoulder. Between each word he nips, licks and kisses his way over my shoulder and up the delicate length of my neck.
My lover is a talented man, because as he’s devouring me with his mouth and teasing my ass, he withdraws his cock from my pussy. I feel the emptiness immediately and I’m left aching.
“Drake,” I whimper.
“I know, little rose. I feel it too.”
He returns, filling me so completely I forget how to breathe.
This is what I was waiting for. Not just the physical act, but this. This intimacy. This trust. This feeling of being seen and wanted and cherished by someone who would burn the world to keep me safe.
"More." I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Please, Drake. I need more."
“More of this?” His grip on my ass tightens.
His pace builds, his thrusts lengthening, deepening. My body opens for him like it was made to fit him and only him. The wet slide of his thick length inside me creates a friction that makes my vision blur and my thoughts scatter.
I rake my nails down his back. “Drake,” I scream. I meet each thrust with a roll of my hips, my body moving with his in a rhythm that feels ancient and inevitable.
This is what all those romance novels tried to describe. This consuming fire. This desperate need. This feeling of losing yourself in another person and finding something better in the space between.
My walls begin to flutter around him. The pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with every stroke. I'm climbing toward something massive, something that threatens to shatter me completely.
He shifts his angle, pressing against a spot inside me that makes me cry out. Stars explode behind my eyelids. My back arches off the mattress. My hips rise to match his rhythm. My breath comes faster. And so does his.