I can’t think. My head’s too full of him. His scent filling my nose, that blend of smoke and spice that’s marked into my very being. His low, gravelly voice. How his fingers tightened just a bit too hard when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap. Perfect. Overwhelming. Exciting.
My heart’s racing like a jackhammer, my skin’s too hot, my knees feel weak. I can barely breathe. I don’t know how I’m supposed to hold myself together.
“You’re nervous,” Aslan says, cupping the side of my face.
I swallow hard. “A little.”
He steps even closer.
My breath catches as he stops just a few inches away, the heat from his massive body engulfing me. His other hand skims down my arm, making my skin ignite. We’re standing so close, breathing each other’s air. I’m afraid to blink and it will all go away. This terrifyingly fascinating man. His interest in me, that I can barely wrap my head around. The incredible way he makes me feel. All the pleasure, the emotions. How alive he makes me feel. Wanted, worshiped. Fucking needed.
“I need you to listen,” he murmurs. “And I need you to trust me.”
I nod, but my voice comes out shaky. “I do.”
“Good girl.” His hand curls under my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Cause I’m gonna push you, baby. Fucking take you apart…” He presses a soft kiss to my lips that makes me shiver all over. “But I’ll always put you back together. And when I’m done…” His thumb drags over my bottom lip, slow and possessive. “You’ll be all mine.”
I’m shaking now, nerves and need tangling together until I can’t tell them apart.
“You tell me if something’s too much, sweetheart,” he adds softly. “You say the word and everything stops. No questions. I take care of you. Always.” His gaze darkens. “But if you want it as much as I do, I’m not holding back.”
I nod.
Aslan lifts my chin with his finger. “Say it, baby.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Repeat what I said.” His voice dips lower, warm and tempting.
“If I say the word, we stop. Otherwise… you won’t hold back,” I repeat.
His mouth crashes on mine, swallowing my breath in a kiss that’s deep, hard and claiming. His big hand fists in my hair, angling my head back so he can devour me. Tongue sweeping deep, lips and teeth devouring me, and pulling desperate moans from my throat.
I can’t think, can’t breathe. All I feel is him. His heat, his strength, the crushing weight of his need pouring over me like gasoline to a flame. His hot skin and huge cock pressing into my body.
His hand moves, gripping my waist, pulling me against him so hard I feel his muscles flex under my palms.
“Get on the bed, baby,” Aslan rasps against my lips.
I stumble back, my legs shaky, and sit. He follows, looming over me, his gaze dark and hungry.
“Lie down for me.”
I obey.
“Good girl.” His voice dips low, sounding rougher. “Now stay still.”
Oh My God, he’s shifting back into his dark, dominant mode.
His fingers hook into my underwear, dragging them down my hips in one sharp tug. Then I’m naked under him. At his entire mercy.
Aslan’s gaze travels down my body, slow and heated. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “And all mine.”
His thick, calloused fingers trace the inside of my thigh in a light, teasing caress, and my hips arch, desperate for more.
“Stay still,” he warns.
I bite my lip, forcing myself to obey.
His mouth finds the tender skin under my knee and drags over it, warm and wet, then higher, teeth scraping, tongue teasing. My breath hitches. My pulse races.
By the time his talented tongue swipes through my folds, I’m dying.
“Fuuuuck,” I moan, my fingers tangling in the sheets.
Aslan’s hand slaps my thigh, sharp and stinging, and my breath jerks. “What did I say?” His voice is sharp with command.
“S-stay still,” I stammer.
“That’s my good girl.” His mouth closes over me again, licking, sucking, biting until I’m shaking so hard I can barely think.
The pressure between my legs climbs higher with every flick of his tongue, suck of his lips, graze of his teeth. When his fingers join in, two, thick and strong, pumping inside me, I can’t hold back my wails.
“Please,” I whimper. Scared that he’s gonna rearrange my insides with his monstrous dick and turned on like never before, all at once.
Aslan groans against my flesh. Then his thumb finds my ass slick with my arousal.
I tense, my breath stalling.
“Relax,” he murmurs against my skin. “Trust me.”
I try but it’s too much. Too intense. Too overwhelming. Too dark and depraved.
“You’re doing so good, sassy,” he rasps. “So fucking sweet for me.” His fingers press deeper, curling just right, and I break. The pressure inside me, snapping hard and fast. My entire body jerks as pleasure spreads through me, white-hot and all-consuming.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s moving again, flipping me on my stomach, dragging me to the edge of the bed.
“We’re just getting started, baby girl,” he growls.
I barely have time to register his words before he’s on me again. His mouth, his fingers, his tongue pushing me impossibly higher.
I’m shaking, gasping, coming undone all over again.
But Aslan doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down.
“You’re mine,” he mutters, his voice low and savage. “Every fucking inch of you.”
My voice breaks on a sob, with pleasure so sharp it’s almost painful.
“Mine,” he growls again, his teeth scraping my skin. “And I’m never letting you go.”
I don’t know when I stop thinking, worrying about being alone with this beast of a man in his den, doing anything but feel. But when his hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back so his mouth can crush mine again, hard, bruising and desperate, I know I’m lost.
I’m his.
I always was.
