She shook her head. “I need you to take control.”
He wet his lips, and her stomach did a little flip. She’d seen how he behaved with the other people in the complex. He was strict and didn’t put up with any bullshit. His softer side seemed reserved for her alone, and although she was grateful for the fact, she craved him to command her, to take her, to claim what he wanted.
“Like you’ve said, I’m the king. I’m always in control.”
“Then tell me what you want. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”
“Out of appreciation?”
“Because I want to be yours.” It was hard to blurt out those words because she feared rejection from him. Feared everything. But for the past month, she’d been happy, and that was a lot more than she could say about her life before finding Draven.
“I like the sound of that.” He walked around her. She stayed rooted in place. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Do you always get everything you want?”
“It seems so.” Once directly behind her, he brushed her hair over one shoulder and kissed the back of her neck. The kiss sparked something inside her, something wanton and desperate. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to arouse her effortlessly.
His breath on her skin.
The scent of his cologne.
The heat of his presence.
She closed her eyes and let go, knowing she had to trust this man if anything was to develop between them. Without hope, what was the point of life? She had to believe something magical was possible.
More thunder boomed in the distance. Closer now. A flash of lightning briefly lit the inside of the darkened room, shadows flashing along the walls.
“Take off my shirt,” he said, coming back to stand in front of her.
She undid the rest of the buttons, slowly, one by one. A dark trail of hair led lower into his pants. His abs were hard and cut, and she craved to run her nails along his skin. Instead, she pushed the material over his broad shoulders until it fluttered to the floor. There was a tattoo on his upper arm, and she let her fingers linger over the ink.
“Where did you get this?”
“In the Marines. Long time ago.” He set his hand over hers, refusing to lose focus. The look in his eyes was what she wanted to see—hunger claiming his beast.
She removed her own shirt, leaving her in just her bra. The lacy cups barely contained her cleavage. Draven’s jaw clenched as he stared. His need only made her hotter.
“I’ll need you to teach me everything,” she whispered. His restraint was admirable, but her body was screaming at her. She was ready for him, no more doubts and fears stopping her from moving forward. This was a risk she was willing to take.
“So you’ll be a good girl for me? Do as you’re told?”
God, that was exactly what she craved. The stress of survival, running for her life … it made her appreciate this little paradise. She wanted to let go and give Draven the reins.
“Yes.”
He made a sound that reminded her of an animal, a savage beast ready to take down its prey. Draven peeled one cup of her bra down, her tit spilling out. The moment he covered her areola with his hot, wet mouth, she cried out. The intimacy and rush of heat took her off guard. His hands slid down to cup her ass, his fingers squeezing tight.
Draven feasted on her tits, peeling the second bra cup out of his way and alternating between both. He kissed his way up her neck, teasing the sensitive erogenous zones around her ear. She closed her eyes and savored all the new sensations. Ashley felt as if she was floating, her inhibitions sailing away.
“Such a sweet little virgin. All for me.” He backed her up until she hit the dresser, then tugged her hair to one side, hard enough to make her squint. The evidence of his arousal pressed hard against her stomach. “Do you feel that?”
She nodded.
“I could have been with a lot of different women,” he said. “But none of them did this to me. None of them made my cock hard and heavy.”
“Are there other women?”
This new world was a mystery, a crazy place of injustice and lawlessness. She never knew what to expect. The last thing she wanted was to be another piece to a king’s harem.
“I don’t want any woman but you, Ashley. The day you walked through my gates, I knew it had to be you.”
“Because of the fertility band?”
“Because of you.”
His mouth came down over hers, a deep, sensual kiss that made her toes curl. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with all the passion that had been growing inside her.
He reached down, his hand slipping into the front of her pants. She felt every movement, her body hypersensitive to his forbidden touch. He cupped her pussy, and she worried that he’d feel the wetness between her folds. Every touch, every kiss, made her pussy pulse stronger. Could he feel the heartbeat between her legs?
She dropped her weight a bit, and the feel of his bare hand against her pussy felt dirty and addictive. She wanted more.
“You’re nice and wet for me. Your little virgin cunt is hungry for my cock.”
Yes!
Any fears she had of losing her virginity were a thing of the past. She needed this man, this king, to make her a woman.
Chapter Five
The fertility band was getting on his last nerve. Draven saw how insecure Ashley felt, and yes, at the start, his need for her had started because of the band. What man wouldn’t be turned on by the prospect of having a woman who was fertile? Who’d be able to take care of his children, to nurse them?
The virus had been sent out to destroy, and in the process, it had brought out the baser urges of the male sex. He wanted to mate her, to fill her with his seed and watch her body swell with his baby.
She let out a moan, and he loved hearing her sounds as he stroked her sweet pussy. Tonight, he didn’t have to worry about any of his men attacking and trying to take his woman from him. With the storm about to rage, they had been sensible.
He liked storms. They always helped him to clear his mind, even when he was serving for his country. A storm for him always signified a change.
Teasing across Ashley’s clit, he watched as her eyes closed and her mouth opened on a gasp. She wriggled against him, her nails sinking into the flesh of his shoulders as she held onto him.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” he asked.
“You’re the one doing it to me.”
He leaned in close and kissed her neck, right over her pulse. He wanted to do more than kiss.
Draven wanted to suck, kiss, to mark her so every man who saw her knew exactly who she belonged to. He wanted to drive his cock so deep inside her that she’d be dripping with his cum.
There was so much he wanted to do to her, and instead, he kissed her hard as he stroked her clit, but still it wasn’t enough.
“I want to see your pussy,” he said. “Do you trust me?”
She did that biting lip thing that he loved. “Yes.”
“Good. I’m not going to take this any further until you want me, baby. I’m not going to rush you.”
“I trust you.”
There was an edge of need in her voice, and he loved the sound of it. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and tasted her. She was just as sweet as he imagined, and he couldn’t wait to have her explode on his tongue.