Unlike my brother, I have shied away from physical contact with the opposite sex. Tobias became a sex addict and craved the contact with a willing female, that is until he met Anastasia and discovered he wanted a different kind of relationship. I don’t. I want the sex. The physical contact and the release that will give me. I want to channel my feelings into passion and drive the demons away. I want it to be the warrior who stands like a beast before me with his rough, crude tongue and wild manner. I need a strong man, nothing like the men I live among. I need someone so far removed from all that to set me on the right path and so I wait nervously for his decision as he battles with his own reasons why he should turn me away.
Then he speaks. “I’ll help you, Sophia, but not like this.”
I blink in shock and he cups my face in both his hands and stares deeply into my soul. “I will not fuck you; you deserve better than that. I will show you what it’s like to be loved by a man and then I will walk away. No strings attached and no emotions involved. Just pleasure. Those are my terms and are non-negotiable. Think on it and let me know your decision.”
“I accept.”
He laughs softly, “Don’t you want some time to think about it?”
I lick my lips nervously and his eyes darken. “No, I need it to be now because we have come too far to turn back.”
He nods and leans down and touches my lips with his with a feather light touch. This time it’s different. It’s soft and sexy and sends a tingle through me that builds the anticipation.
For a while, we just stand and kiss, slowly, seductively and with the promise of what’s coming.
Then he pulls away and I am shocked by the softness in his eyes as he whispers huskily, “Come with me.”
I take his hand and let him lead me to a door set in the corner of the room. My heart hammers inside as I prepare myself for something I’m not sure I want a repeat performance of.
As we walk into Maverick’s bedroom, I swallow hard as I look at the huge bed dominating the center of the room dressed in silken simplicity.
He turns to me and says gently, “Do you want to shower and check this is still what you want?”
“I know it’s what I want.”
He nods. “Then we will do this together, on your terms. Anytime you want me to stop, you say the word and I need you to know I will. Don’t be afraid of that because I’m not gonna hurt you, understand?”
I nod and shiver with anticipation. I can’t believe this is happening. Finally, and with a man like him.
I watch as Maverick steps back and reaching for his top lifts it cleanly off, standing before me bare chested and I can do nothing but stare. His muscles ripple against the tattoos that cover them, reminding me just who he is. The Grim Reaper mocks me as it stares back at me, reminding me of the killer he is and the killer I am in a roundabout way. Two people who know the bitterness of death suffered in the most horrific of ways.
Reaching out, I touch the face of the instrument of darkness and draw a deep breath as I press my lips to it; embracing it and making it my own. I will not fear death anymore. It’s an inevitable part of life and we owe it to ourselves to avoid it for as long as possible, but it’s always there - waiting. Maverick tenses under my lips and I feel him shudder against me. Raising my eyes to his, I am shocked at the power in those eyes looking down at me containing the blackest storm. He steps back and I watch as he removes his belt and lowers his jeans to the floor, standing before me naked and unashamed.
“What no pants?”
I make a joke because seeing Maverick hard and ready for battle makes me tremble with need. I feel a slick feeling between my legs and my pussy throbs with an urgent need. It’s calling to him and I marvel at how natural this is.
Without saying another word, I lift my own shirt above my head and toss it to the ground, before shrugging out of my skirt. I stand before him in just