The Vow (Black Arrowhead #1) - Dannika Dark Page 0,65

rode out his demanding thrusts.

Lakota pressed between my shoulder blades, coaxing me to lie flat on my stomach. He stopped, his body feverish as the weight of him bore down on me. “Not like that. Too out of control.”

With his heart thumping against my back, he slowly rocked into me. Lakota’s rhythm changed to one that was deep and purposeful, forcing me to take every inch of him—his weight, his breath, his heat, his moans, and especially where our bodies joined. He touched places inside me, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Mine,” he whispered.

Pleasure tore through me like a bolt of lightning. I tossed the pillow onto the floor and rested my head against the mattress. Lakota placed his hands over mine, and we locked fingers. That single gesture made me feel more connected to him than anything else. I tilted my hips, my climax speeding out of control. I came hard, clenching around him so tightly that he growled. Lakota suddenly flipped me over, and I stared up at him breathlessly.

His eyes were like ice as he plunged into me in search of his release. “I want to see your face when I come.”

And I wanted to see his. The longer I stared into his eyes, the deeper I fell, and the more passionate he became. Ancient heat coursed in Lakota’s veins, and he finally succumbed to his animal instincts. His rhythm was hard and fast, knocking the bed against the wall. I craved him, needed him. When I locked my ankles around his waist, he stiffened and roared as he came.

I trembled beneath the passing storm, my hands resting on Lakota’s sweaty shoulders. His arms gave way, and he fell on top of me, out of breath. I didn’t complain or try to wriggle free, even though he’d smothered me with his full weight. It was a beautiful moment for a man who, at the age of thirty, finally knew what it was like to be completely lost and found all at once.

He began kissing my shoulder.

“Is the big bad wolf going to eat me now?” I quipped.

Still inside me, he looked up and gave me a wolfish grin. “I just might.”

I wanted to stay that way, but Lakota slowly rolled onto his side. With his back to the wall, he leaned against it to give me more room and propped his head in his hand.

He circled his finger around my breast, and I shivered, goose pimples erupting across my skin at the sudden loss of his body heat.

“Was it what you thought it would be?” I asked.

He threaded back his hair, which was tangled and slightly damp. “Not exactly. It was…”

“What?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to sound foolish.”

“I won’t judge. Promise,” I said, crossing my heart with two swipes of my finger.

His brow furrowed as if he thought he was going to regret opening his mouth. “It was… wetter than I thought it would be.”

I chuckled. “That’s a good thing. That’s when you know that you’re doing it right.”

He stroked his hand across my midsection, seemingly mesmerized by the way my body responded to his touch. “And would you say that I did it right?”

I placed my hand on his. “It scares me how good you were. You’re going to have quite the reputation once the women back home find out what they’ve been missing.”

“That remains to be seen,” he said obliquely. “Come here and lie in my arms, female.”

He held up his left arm, and I folded into his embrace. It felt comforting and safe to snuggle against him—to nuzzle my face into his neck. I loved that part more than I would ever admit to him.

“Is this what it’s always like?” he asked.

I wanted to say no, because I’d never had a man hold me after sex, not like this. But I shrugged my answer, deciding to take the silent route.

The promise I’d extracted at the motel ran through my mind. Maybe Lakota had already forgotten, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it as we held each other. I’d asked him to be open to the idea of sex with someone he liked, and his reply kept repeating in my mind: “The next woman my heart beats fast for, I’ll invite her to my bed.”

Did his heart beat fast for me?

Lakota stroked my hair, his eyes drawn to the fire. “I don’t think I’ll ever be right about my father’s crime, but it’s not holding me back anymore, and I have you