Awakened (Steel Brothers Saga #16) - Helen Hardt Page 0,79
care. I want the mark. I want to be branded like one of the Steel cattle. Dale’s mark on me.
Still, he stays inside me.
Still, he pants, holding my hips and ass, until he lowers his head and takes my lips.
It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s not a kiss of release.
God, no.
It’s a kiss of what’s to come.
And I can’t wait.
I meet his tongue with my own, and we thrash and moan as we kiss each other hard, our lips sliding together.
He bites my lower lip, and then I bite his. He swirls his tongue over my chin and around my mouth before diving back in.
No turning back. I swear to God I’m going to use you up tonight. This is your last chance to say no. Getting in that car is your consent, and damn it, I will hold you to it.
His words—the words he hoped would scare me away but instead turned me on.
No. Turned me on is too tame.
His words inflamed me. Lit a fire in my loins like nothing I’ve ever known.
Gentle? Who the hell needs gentle?
I only need Dale Steel, and I’ll take him as he is.
He deepens the kiss. Our mouths are now fused together, our tongues banging against the inside of our mouths. I breathe as best I can through my nose, the whiffs of air from him like a mini-hurricane against my cheek.
He’s no longer inside me, and now we’re moving. Moving toward the bed in tiny steps because Dale still has his pants around his knees. He holds me in his strong arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Finally, he sets me—more gently than I expect—on the edge of the bed.
He pulls his boots off and then gets rid of his pants, underwear, and socks lightning fast. Then his shirt.
And I see him.
For the first time, I truly see him—naked and splendid and fucking majestic.
He’s a god.
I never doubted it, but to actually experience Dale Steel in all his glory takes my breath away.
Literally.
I gasp, sucking a balloon of air into my lungs.
He’s that resplendent.
“Take off your dress, Ashley.”
That voice. That gorgeous red-wine voice. The color surrounds me, infuses me, and I know, at that moment, that I’ll do whatever he asks. Whatever he wants.
My dress is still around my waist, so I lift it over my head and toss it onto the floor. My boobs wiggle free. No bra. My plan to hold the girls captive while here went with the wind the minute I decided on this dress.
This time he sucks in a breath.
I tingle all over, my body still shaking from the explosive orgasm. Dale’s hard again. I can’t even believe it, but he is, and that majestic cock jutting out from his blond bush is an amazing sight indeed. A sight I’ll never tire of.
He’s a god. A Dionysus that looks like Adonis, come down to pluck me like he plucks grapes from his vines.
And I can’t fucking wait.
He gazes at my pussy, a strip of hair several shades darker than the hair on my head. Does he like it bare? I’ll run to the bathroom and shave if he tells me to. Anything to please him.
Freaking anything.
All he has to do is ask.
Hell, he doesn’t have to ask.
He can command me. Demand anything, and I’ll obey.
And I’ll never regret it.
Even if he never talks to me again after this night.
“Fuck, Ashley.” He grits his teeth, his jawline rigid, even more so than usual.
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“I swear to God…”
“What?” More emphatic this time.
“If I have to walk through hell, you’re coming with me.”
What? His words ring in my mind as I try to make sense of them through the burgundy haze.
His voice. His husky and beautiful and garnet-tinged voice…
“I fucking swear.” He pushes me down on the bed so I’m lying on my back, and he hovers over me, his gaze penetrating mine. “It’s all chaos. Pure chaos.”
Chaos? What does he mean?
I open my mouth to ask, my body still thrumming from the orgasm and from his nearness, but he crushes his lips to mine in a fiery kiss.
His lips and tongue are still tinged with the sweetness of the tuna tartare, the spiciness of the wasabi, and the toastiness of the Cristal. And then the flavor of Dale himself—that irresistible mixture of darkness and delight.
How he’d hate that description! He’d call it subjective, but I can’t describe it any more vividly.