Drak?” Did he just suddenly remember it? I gripped his face and said it again. “Drak.”
He nodded, and then he did something I hadn’t seen him do, not once, not even after he orgasmed. His lips stretched out, his eyes crinkled, and he smiled.
I’d been given some awesome gifts in my life, from friends and family and clients. A gold-plated gavel from my first case. A booklet of favors from my siblings—even though I never used any of them—and a scholarship from my high school.
But they all paled in comparison to the gift of a smile from Drak. It lit up the darkness so bright I swore we would attract everyone within miles. He went from handsome to downright breathtakingly beautiful. And I felt like I’d earned it. I’d trusted him and cared for him. This was what I got in return, his smile. So simple yet something I’d cherish for the rest of my life.
“Drak,” I needed to keep the sound on my tongue, to remind him who he was. I wasn’t sure how, but I knew he’d had some sort of breakthrough in that dark mind of his.
“Drak,” he growled, purple eyes firing, and then pulled my face down to meet his.
This kiss wasn’t gentle like the one before, with a sweet probing tongue and caressing lips. This was a claiming kiss. His tongue enjoyed what was his, and his lips kept me open for the taking. I had never been kissed like this in my life, and my core pulsed at the ownership of it.
I let him, my commitment to spinsterhood all but forgotten, because how could I deny someone who made me feel like this? I wanted him. I wanted more from him than his kiss and his tongue between my thighs.
His cock throbbed between us, pressing against my clit where I straddled his hips. I pressed down, flexing my ass, and he growled into my mouth. He bucked against me and angled his head to deepen the kiss further while his hands coasted down my torso to slide under my top. I braced my hands on either side of his head and gasped when his rough thumbs plucked my nipples.
“Drak,” I murmured again, and his lips peeled back into a nearly feral snarl, eyes a tornado of black and purple.
With a flick of his wrist, he tore my top from my body. It spoke to my height of arousal that I wasn’t concerned about the only clothing I had, painstakingly sewn by my friend. It didn’t matter. Who cared? I could be naked forever with Drak as long as he kept looking at me like I was the best food he’d ever had.
I didn’t want to wait or draw this out. I was so wet I’d coated his pants with my arousal. I shoved his pants down and palmed his throbbing cock. He kicked off his pants, and I did the same while remaining careful of my ankle. When he lay naked beneath me, I straddled him, guided his cock to my entrance, and sank down.
He was huge, long and girthy, and I’d never had anything this large inside me. Even with how wet I was, I gasped at the intrusion, and Drak made that vibrating sound in his throat, fingers digging into my hips as he locked his jaw tight with self-control.
When I finally took him into the hilt, I threw my head back, hands braced on his hard abs. The feel of him … there was nothing like it. He stretched me to my limit and reached every place inside. The thick ring on the tip of his cock rubbed my sensitive inner walls with a delicious rasp.
“Drak,” I murmured, just before I surged up and slammed back down. He threw his head back, body arched, neck muscles corded as I fucked myself on his cock like a wanton thing. My ends of my braids brushed his thighs, and I moaned as I got the angle just right. His cock pegged me in the place that made me see stars. My sole focus was on where we connected, how good I felt and how much pleasure I could bring him.
He didn’t just lay there. He bucked up into me, his powerful hips thrusting in time with me, his strong fingers twisting my nipples. When his hand came up and gripped my throat, I cried out.
The world turned, and I didn’t realize he’d moved us until my back was on the roof and I