Chapter 94

DORIS

Arthur hauled me against him. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and plastered myself against him.

"I need you in our bed," Arthur growled. "Right now."

He carried me. I was too busy enjoying the feel of his body against mine— a sensation I wasn't sure I'd ever feel again— to pay attention to the elevator ride.

I was too busy kissing Arthur’s neck to focus on him unlocking the penthouse, carrying me over the threshold, and kicking the door shut with his foot.

Arthur kissed me like I'd been gone for months, not just a day.

Arthur spun us, and my back slammed up against the drywall in the entry hall with a force that made me wonder if we left a dent.

Arthur pinned me against the wall with his hips. He pulled up my shirt and stared like he couldn't believe I was here with him.

His growl made my blood simmer and my breath catch. For the rest of my life, I'd never forget that animalistic sound of want and approval.

My nipples hardened. Need roared through me like a hurricane.

Arthur kissed me like he was fighting battle, staking claim, burning his love into me with each magical motion of his lips and tongue. He grabbed my hair hard, and it made me more excited, not less.

He kissed down my neck, my collarbones, the mounds of my breasts that spilled out over the tops of my bra. He pushed the bra cup out of the way and paused to spear me with one desperate, warrior’s look.

“Never leave like that again, Dove. Never.”

Arthur dipped his head and licked, then fastened his mouth over one sensitive, tight nipple.

“Aaah!” I cried as Arthur sucked until I tingled all over, using his perfect mouth to make magic.

I bucked against him, so full of lightning I wondered if I'd come before we even made it to the bedroom.

He lavished my breast with attention until my cries turned to wails. The joy and "rightness" of it all zinged from head to toe, causing me to thunk my head against the wall.

My voice whined, sounding strained.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough and ragged.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He moved on to the other breast. My breasts felt so full, sensitive, and heavy. Arthur knew just how to satisfy and make everything better. Every suck released a waterfall of pure pleasure.

“I wanted to go slower today,” Arthur said, sounding like he barely had control. “I wanted to take my time, show you how good we are together. But every fear and need over the past twenty-four hours has built up so strongly. I can't take it slow.”

Arthur carried me to the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed with a dramatic enough motion that I fell and then lifted with a little bounce.

"Get that skirt off," Arthur said in a voice dripping with dominance, "before I rip it."

We got me out of my clothes quickly. Then Arthur kissed down my body, and soon he was right there.

He lavished and kissed and stroked until I quivered. Then he pushed me over the edge, and I came on a scream.

Before I could even recover, he flipped me, dragged me to the end of the bed, and positioned me face down where he wanted me.

My ass was bare, feeling exposed when he ran his hand down it. "Your body, this body," Arthur growled and caressed a hand over my butt cheek. "It's so perfect, just like everything else about you."

Arthur hovered behind me, masculine strength pouring off him in waves.

"Please, Arthur. Please. I want you so bad."

"I love it when you beg."

"You left me," he accused, coasting a hand gently down the other side of my ass before slapping it with a resounding smack.

"Never again, Dove. Never."

I heard him unzip his pants. "I should teach you a lesson.”

Arthur continued gentle strokes over the slopes of my rear end but now punctuated it with quick, teasing dips into my soaking folds.

I peeked between my legs and watched his penis slide back and forth, teasing me more.

“I hate not knowing where you are. I hate not having you near, not being able to touch what’s mine,” he confessed with a possessive growl that sent excitement up and down my spine.

I didn't think our arrangement had progressed to the point that he would say “mine” with so much fervor.

But the hot head of his erection branded me with every brush against my sex. I struggled to push against him as he thrust into me with one hard stroke. I yelled, loving the pleasure as I adjusted to his size.

My heart hammered in my chest.

"As hard as you can," I said, my voice rough. "Make me celebrate the good and forget all the bad."

Arthur tensed, pulled out, and plunged in harder.

Yes! There!

I shifted back against him, hoping he’d go faster, but he stilled my hips with his hands.

"I'm in control here, Dove," he said, hovering near my entrance, teasing me.

I’d never been so needy and hot in my life.

“More,” I groaned. “Please.”

“Good girl,” Arthur purred, and he thrust himself home, setting up a slow rhythm that drove me wild.

He felt hot and hard and smooth inside me.

My inner walls were quivering in anticipation of a muscle-pulling orgasm. I heard the pitiful whining and realized it was me.

“Come on, breathe, baby.”

I wanted to do everything Arthur asked. Breathe, stop breathing, scream.

I wanted to please him because he was so good at pleasing me.

I gulped in a gasping breath as he rocked into me, pounding faster and harder.

"More deep breaths, baby." This time, the command was a combination of firm direction and soft love.

Arthur glided one hand up from my hips to grab the back of my neck.

I took a deep breath to prolong the pleasure.

“Good girl. Do it again.” Arthur's shouts of pleasure also sounded like shouts of triumph.

In this moment, Arthur owned me.

I groaned.

Arthur responded by changing the angle and pushing with a short, hard upthrust that had me moaning even louder.

I couldn't believe I'd left him for even a day. I would have missed this.

I would have missed it for the rest of my life because Arthur ruined me for all other men.

He knew what he was doing. He had a big weapon and he knew how to use it.

I felt so perfectly full. So gloriously full I didn’t remember what it felt like to be empty.

“You look so good taking me inside that hot body of yours, Little Dove,” Arthur said, his voice growly and possessive again.

Arthur reached under me to massage my breasts. He gave one little tweak, and I yelped, pleasure zipping through my body.

I was at Arthur's mercy, and we both knew it.

My great pleasure built to a tension that spiraled higher and higher, and all it took was a subtle widening of my knees, and I was coming. I cried out as it rolled through me like the biggest thunder and lightning storm ever.

Arthur grabbed me tighter as my pleasure crest broke like a boom of thunder, and with the most animalistic roar I ever heard, he came right after me.

Sweat glistened, sticking our skin together where it touched.

It was glorious.

Arthur didn't stop touching me, rubbing all my most sensitive erogenous zones like a maestro playing his favorite instrument.

I didn't think I could come again, but I felt a new orgasm build for him.

“Yes, baby. Come again," he ordered.

His grip on me tightened, and his mouth replaced where his fingers had just been.

My muscles snapped with electricity.

It felt so good. It was so dirty but also not.

It felt like my body was lit by fireworks in the best way.

I detonated again, and it was glorious.