Praise.
Adoration.
A fire raged at the center.
I rushed to crawl over her and made a spot for myself between her thighs.
Urgency spiraled around us as she kept lifting her hips to mine.
I grabbed my dick and drove into her in one deep thrust.
Possession.
It splintered through the middle of me.
Shattering out in surrender.
Dakota cried out, her words ragged as she raked her blunt nails down my back. “How is it possible you feel so good inside me?”
I slipped my arm around her back so I could hold her close, staring down at the one who’d found me in the dark. Called me out of the barren desert where I’d lost myself. The one who’d made me believe again. “Because this is the way we’re supposed to be, Dakota. You were meant for me. You’re mine, Cookie, mine.”
But it was me who belonged to her.
Knew it as I pulled almost all the way out and sank back in.
I nearly blacked out with the way her walls hugged my cock.
So tight.
So perfect.
I groaned her name, my forehead dropping to hers as I drew back and thrust in deep. “Dakota.”
It was so different than it’d been this morning. It’d been so fucking good, but it’d still felt like torture. I’d felt like a thief taking something that he wasn’t supposed to have.
But Dakota and I were always meant for something more.
And I couldn’t do anything but keep kissing her as I moved in her. Because I wasn’t stealing but giving her everything that I had.
Dakota met me thrust for thrust, giving it, too.
“I love you,” she kept whispering.
Touching my cheek.
My brow.
My jaw.
Our bodies roiled, liquid in the middle of the bed.
Swelling and surging.
A tide.
An ebb and flow that always crested at the perfect time.
Her hands were all over me and mine were all over her.
Touching.
Worshipping.
Loving her in a way I never thought I would get lucky enough to do.
The connection I’d always shared with her glowed in the room.
Covered me in her bright, blinding light.
Dakota whimpered and begged as I drove us higher, and I could feel the tension gather at her middle.
Her gasps and her pleas.
I drove into her harder, deeper and faster, and I swallowed her cry with a desperate kiss when the orgasm blazed through her body.
Her nails sank into my shoulders, digging in as she rolled beneath me, clinging to me like she might float away if she didn’t.
And I gave her mine as I split, the roar of rapture that burst in my blood.
The streaks of pleasure that whipped out to touch every nerve in my body.
My cock throbbed as I poured inside her, and both of us were gasping as we rode that high.
A high I was never going to come down from.
I held her like that as we trembled and shook, both of us relishing the aftershocks, before I eased back a fraction so I could look down at her face.
Cinnamon eyes watched me with the kind of tenderness I couldn’t fathom.
I ran my knuckles down the soft curve of her cheek and down to her chin. “Nothing could ever feel as good as being loved by you, Dakota Cooper.”
“That’s good, Ryder, because I promise you, I’m going to be doing it my whole life.”
THIRTY-FOUR
DAKOTA
“You might as well not bother getting dressed.”
At his words, I stumbled to a stop just inside the doorway.
I had the same sheet wrapped around me as I’d had this morning, but this time when I’d slipped off the bed to go into the bathroom, I’d promised I’d be right back.
Redness flushed across my skin as I looked at the man propped on a pillow against the headboard, a blanket coming up to cover him just to his hip bones that jutted out from his waist, his arms tucked behind his head.
A cool, casual king.
One that dripped midnight.
Covered in all those colors and designs.
Imposing with all that corded strength.
Every inch of his gorgeous body rippled with power, except I felt no threat as he laid there smirking at me.
“Is that why you want me to stay? So you have me naked and ready for you?” I remained in the doorway as I tossed out the tease.
Clearly, I was only teasing myself because I was so ready for him.
My insides throbbed at the sight of him.
Gunmetal eyes raked over me where I stood hugging the sheet. They left a scorching path in their wake.
My knees wobbled, and his gaze gleamed as he quirked a dark brow. “Tell me you’re going to complain about that?”
It was purely a challenge.