have to ask, not tonight. But you have to tell me you want it, because you're not the only one who isn't ready for that game."
The hint of vulnerability in his words melted her resistance. "How can you still wonder? I want you. I always want you--I always have."
The backs of his fingers grazed her ass as he jerked at his pants, and she knew she'd won. Maybe more than one battle, judging from the rough way he pushed her feet wide and repositioned himself between her thighs.
"Someday." He guided her arms down to her sides and folded her fingers around the edge of the mattress. She had no warning before his fingers twisted into her, driving a cry from her throat, pushing deep as his thumb teased between her ass cheeks. "Someday, we'll play your game, Lexie. Right out to the edge and over it. That's a promise."
A promise, and Declan O'Kane never went back on his word.
Lex gripped the mattress. "I need you with me this time."
He pumped his fingers lazily--once, twice--only to withdraw them and trace one slick fingertip up to push against her ass. "You'll get my cock as soon as I decide where I want to put it."
She hissed in a breath. "Anywhere."
"That's what I like to hear," he whispered as the blunt head of his cock prodded her pussy. One long rock took him inside, thick and hard and stretching her inner muscles, and he groaned and wrapped both hands around her shoulders. "You'll let me fuck you any goddamn way I want, won't you?"
Lex couldn't answer, not with Dallas walking the edge of her darkest fantasies. She tried, went so far as to open her mouth, but all that emerged was a pleading whimper. In response, he tightened his grip on her shoulders, holding her in place for a single hard thrust--rough, claiming.
Fire.
Her pulse pounded in her ears as she tried to center herself, but Dallas stripped it all away with another deep drive of his hips. Fast, faster than her racing heart.
Exactly what she wanted.
His satisfied groans rose behind her, raw animal sounds that prickled over her skin and punctuated his speeding thrusts. He cracked his open palm across her ass with his next advance and growled. "Up on your elbows," he commanded, pulling back on one shoulder to lift her upper body. "I want to watch your tits bounce in those ridiculous fucking mirrors."
He wanted her to watch, to see the quick slam of his cock into her pussy. To watch him take her.
She arched her back and gave it to him--but not too easy. "Motherfucker." Reaching up, she slipped her fingers into his hair and pulled. Hard.
Dallas just laughed and fucked her faster. Oh, he liked the hint of pain, almost as much as he liked the control.
And he had it. He shifted her hips with one hand, guiding her back into a deeper arch. He always knew just how to fuck her with his fingers--when to hold off and when to drive her higher--but this was different. Possessive. Desperate.
Fierce.
When she found his reflection in the mirror, the truth hit her as hard as his next thrust. He was wild, his lips parted in a needy snarl, his eyes narrowed and dark, so dark. Every inch of control he gained over her stripped away a layer of the control he had over himself.
Give and take. Not about bodies, or even the breathless ecstasy lighting her up from the inside out. Suddenly, it made sense, and she knew what he really needed.
Every thrust bordered on pain now, grinding her against the bed. She could barely speak, but she managed to hold his gaze in the mirror and let him see her truth. "You have me," she rasped. "I'm yours."
He shuddered, his fingers digging bruises into her skin. "Come for me. Come all over me."
Her head hit his shoulder. She couldn't stop shaking, but there was something, something-- "Harder."
"No." One hand caged her throat as he slammed into her with a grunt. "Just like this." Another thrust, angled just right and riding the sharp edge of too much. "Just hard enough."
His hand tightened a little, and Lex shuddered. She gripped his wrist, her nails digging in to his skin. "More."
"Filthy girl." His lips crushed against her ear, teeth scraping her lobe as he carefully, oh-so-slowly tightened his fingers. "You want it rough and raw," he rasped in a low whisper. "I'll give you that, love. I'll give you the fucking world."