“Put your feet back to the front of the stool,” he directed, sounding grim. She felt the tension in her arms lessen. He pulled her arms around to the front. Stepping in front and to the side of her, he massaged her shoulders briskly. She realized she’d winced in pain upon being released from the restraint. The position hadn’t hurt when she’d held it and been drugged by lust, but she felt discomfort once the tension was released. Dylan’s warm, massaging hands quickly loosened the tight muscles.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” Alice assured.
“Good. Then come here,” he said.
He helped her to stand, keeping his hands on her shoulders to steady her. When she stood on shaky legs again, her gaze dropped downward. He’d shucked off his pants and briefs at some point while releasing her restraints. His cock jutted forward from his body, huge and a little intimidating. He made a rough sound in his throat, and she realized he’d seen her staring at him.
He took her hand and pulled her over to the bed.
“I don’t mean to be crude, but you’re driving me crazy. I just want to explode in you.”
“Okay,” Alice agreed, wide-eyed. She loved a lot of things about Dylan, but she thought she liked him best when his control started to crumble.
“Bend over the bed.”
She hastened to take the position, all too glad to put an end to his suffering, craving his release perhaps as much as him. He’d brought her to climax again and again, so unselfish in giving her pleasure. She wanted nothing more than to give him a small measure of what he’d given her.
She leaned over, putting her hands on the bed. His hands glided across her hips, pushing slightly so that her pelvis curved around the edge of the mattress. He pressed gently on her back, and her breasts and then her cheek dropped to the soft duvet.
“Spread your legs,” he directed, and she felt his cock nudging her pussy. “This isn’t going to take long. And this is for me. You’ve been a trial, Alice. This is what you’ve driven me to.”
A spasm of excitement went through her. He’s said it fondly, but with that edge of steel that excited her. This is for me. She bit her lip to keep from crying
out when he squeezed one buttock, holding her in place, and drove his cock into her.
“Fuck,” he muttered viciously. He was enormous with need, stretching even her satiated flesh. He paused when he was fully sheathed, his cock throbbing high inside her. She started when he grasped one of her wrists.
“Place it at your back,” he said thickly.
Even though he told her what to do, he guided her. He held her wrist firmly at her lower back, his other hand cupping one of her ass cheeks.
She braced herself for being fucked hard, but he surpassed her expectations.
It was like being taken by a storm. She quaked on the bed, rattled and shaken by his stark possession. The way he held her wrist at her lower back excited her, as did his hold on her ass. She was his to do with as he pleased. He knew it, and that knowledge aroused him, she could tell.
It aroused her, too.
His seemingly aggressive hold on her as he took his pleasure wasn’t what it seemed. It made her feel so secure. Beautiful, because she was the sole focus of his monumental desire, and that was an undeniable truth.
A moment later, she felt his cock lurch inside her, making her cry out in anguished excitement. She felt a great shudder go through him and instinctively tightened around him. His shout as he came was harsh, ripping straight to the heart of her.
Alice lay there, panting and undone, feeling Dylan convulsing inside her and his warm semen filling her, and wondered how the hell she’d gotten to this inexplicable, beautiful moment.
EIGHTEEN
It was her day off. Even though she didn’t have to wake up before dawn today, Alice cursed the fact that she did anyway. She awoke slightly chilled on the front of her body, but warm and toasty on her backside. The suite was cloaked in the darkest shadows of the night. The sheet and comforter had slid off her, but Dylan’s long body was curved around her protectively. She drew up the covers, careful not to wake him.
For a few seconds, she just absorbed how good it felt, to wake up in the circle of his body, his arm draped around her. It was sublime. In the past, she’d had a couple of boyfriends who wanted to hold her while they’d slept. Alice had always eased away in the bed, feeling suffocated by the weight of another human body pressing on her while she tried to succumb to sleep.
When Dylan held her, it felt different. It grounded her; it was also a pleasure to her senses. When he sought her out in the darkness, it seemed like a natural pull of their bodies, as if when they were close together, they were meant to touch. Alice had the strange, vague idea that he felt reassured by having her against him, as if it eased him to know she was present. It was a fuzzy concept that made no sense now that she considered it lying there in the darkness.
He was probably worried she was going to sleepwalk again, like she had that first night when she slept at the castle.
She shivered involuntarily recalling that night. Surely it had all been a product of her imagination. Either that, or she really had been walking around while in that realm between sleep and wakefulness.
Fear slinked into her awareness.