Claimed (27 page)

“Master . . .” Her head whipped from side to side, and her pussy became a clamp on his cock. “May I come for you?”

He thrust his hips forward in a powerful attack, and her uncontrolled shrieks drifted around him and sounded like the sweetest music to his ears. He pinched her nipple tight, making her jerk. “Oh. My. God,” she screamed.

Her other taut nipple begged for his mouth, so he treated himself and bit down on the erect bud. Arching her back, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He loved how crazed he made her.

After a deep suck on a tight bud, she scratched his back—the burn indicating she’d likely drawn blood—and he stilled. Her pussy pulsated around his cock—so tight that his own release would blind him—but he craved to watch her explode.

He caressed her swollen clit, and she vibrated against him in her sexy way. Her inner muscles milked at his shaft to send her over the edge, and his stomach clenched, waves of hot pleasure engulfing him.

Dmitri couldn’t wait any longer. With thrusts he suspected she thought she could never survive, he drove into her relentlessly, savagely. His primal need to claim and possess her forced him to ignore the strain of his muscles, and he fucked her in a way that would leave a lasting impression.

“Come for me.”

Her lips parted wide, face flushed so deep in color, eyes went remarkably huge, and her breath cut off. It pleased him he’d given her permission because her orgasm rocked her so hard, his climax rose without warning.

She writhed beneath him with such a powerful force that her center spasmed on his cock with incredibly hard contractions, which brought forth his orgasm with a speed and intensity he hadn’t anticipated. Heat flooded his groin, and his balls tightened up close to his body.

The fury of pleasure rushing through his veins seized his muscles, and as his semen exploded out of his cock, his strength vanished. He dropped down on top of her with a loud roar as he bucked and quivered, spilling himself inside her. Each squeeze of her pussy massaged his cock until she’d greedily taken every last drop of cum he offered.

Not until she squirmed beneath him and laughed softly did any part of his mind return; nor did he possess the strength to move off her. His head was buried in her neck, and he leaned to the side to kiss her sweaty flesh.

“Wow,” she muttered.

He chuckled, rose up on his hands, and looked down at the well-used woman. Her hair was a mess, cheeks bright red, eyes glossy, and he had found heaven. “As I’ve told you before, compliments from a sub are always welcomed.” He shifted off her, removed the rope in haste from her thighs, then dropped it to the floor.

Presley hadn’t moved, boneless, and he liked her that way: exhausted, fully satisfied, and drenched in sweat. After he gave both of her thighs a good rubdown to get her circulation moving again, he slumped down on his back. He tucked her into his side, slowing his breath and settling his racing heartbeat.

Silence.

He allowed the quiet while they both recovered. However, once he’d caught his breath and his heart wasn’t pounding, he placed his forefinger under her chin to get her attention. He needed to settle one more thing before he drifted off to sleep, which would no doubt happen in minutes. “In the morning, we’ll get your things and move you in here.”

Her lips parted, though only a whisper of breath escaped.

After a long moment, she blinked and said, “I’m happy you want this with me.” A sweet smile curved the corners of her mouth, and her eyes twinkled. “Even though I think it’s a bit strange that you never . . . um . . . asked me if I wanted to be
this
committed to you.”

Sliding his hand down her drenched thigh, he smacked her sweet ass. “I want to wake up together, see you off to work, eat meals with you, and kiss you good night. Most of all”—he lifted his head off the pillow, finding himself lost in her pretty eyes—“I want to command your submission whenever it pleases me.” He brushed over the spot he swatted, and at her quiver, he smiled. “Yes, Presley, you want that too, don’t you?”

Not waiting for her response, he shut his eyes, grinning and enjoying her reeling mind. Nothing needed to be explained or talked over. He wouldn’t have suggested the move if he hadn’t believed she wanted it as well, but clearly, the manner he’d done it bothered her. Not like he cared.

To ensure she was always taken care of . . .

Yeah, he wanted that.

Another long few minutes passed, and she still hadn’t settled against him. He peeked open an eye, lowered his voice. “Where will you be in the morning, doll?”

Happy tears filled her warm eyes, and she snuggled her head into his shoulder. “In your arms, sir.”

Acknowledgments

I can’t say enough about my editor, Sue Grimshaw. Her support of this book made me giddy and made me work hard to get it just right. Her advice taught me something new, and she helped me bring the characters to life. Thanks for everything, Sue!

To my agent, Jessica Alvarez, who dealt with my ups and downs through the submission process. For that alone, she deserves an award. Jessica, you totally rock! She’s the calm one in this relationship. I depend on her, and she never lets me down or steers me wrong. I’m so glad to have you on my side, Jessica!

Thank you to Lauren Ruth, who was the first person to read the story. It was her suggestion that solved a problem I knew was there, but couldn’t see.

A big shout-out to Gina Gordon and Sara Brookes, who listened to me while I struggled in the early stages of writing the story. This book caused migraines and hissy fits, and Gina and Sara never turned away while I had my mini-breakdowns. My sanity wouldn’t have lasted without you two. Your friendship and shoulders to lean on are so appreciated.

To my best friend, Tanya Mueller, for being so cool about me using bits and pieces of her personality as inspiration for Presley’s character. I luv ya!

And to everyone at Loveswept and Random House, thank you for giving me a new home. I’m very grateful.

Bio

Stacey Kennedy
is an urban fantasy lover at heart, but she also enjoys losing herself in dark and sensual worlds. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who gave her a happily- ever-after. Together, they have two small children who can always make her smile and who will never be allowed to read Mommy’s books. If she’s not plugging away at a new story, you’ll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or obsessing over
Supernatural, Sons of Anarchy,
and
Game of Thrones.