Desired by Stacey Kennedy Page A

body.
    He took her ruthlessly, and she began shouting sounds every Dom loved, noises of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. Each slap of skin against skin made his balls tighten as pins and needles crept up his spine. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her cheek, but he didn’t relent. The sucking sounds from their love drove a feral need inside to possess this woman.
    Tonight, her body belonged to him.
    Sexy moans poured from her mouth, and her eyes were lost in a frenzy of euphoric bliss. Her tight cunt offered him a glorious ride, all but begging for his seed. As he thrust forward, her sex went into strong convulsions around him, ushering in his climax.
    The sensation rose like a fever in his body, slowly building until the need enveloped him. He witnessed her eyes widen as his cock hardened further and grew bigger inside her. Then, as quickly as he’d spotted her reaction, she exploded beneath him, her pussy massaging him and calling for his release.
    With a roar from deep in his soul, he bucked and jerked, as his semen burst from his cock with such speed he couldn’t manage to keep his eyes open. He simply lost himself in wave after wave of pleasure that rendered him into a state of incoherence.
    Only when he heard her soft chuckle and felt her squirm beneath him did he even attempt to regain the strength to move. He forced his weak arms to hold his weight and looked down to her. She was breathless as she said, “I think I’ve officially died from orgasms.”
    He chuckled with her, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. “Then I’ve done my job quite well.”
Since that pain in your eyes is gone, sweet one
.
    A wrinkle marred her forehead. “Is that what this is to you, a job?”
    The anger in her voice was clear-cut. He rolled off her and gathered her to his side. In vanilla terms, what he said would be insulting. In his world, though, it was true. As her Dom, he’d done right by her. He’d left her happy and satisfied, as well as cleared her pain away for a little while:
a job well done
.
    Leaning his head up off the pillow, he brushed his nose against hers. “Ella, if someone paid me to spend my days fucking you, I wouldn’t complain.”
    The hardness in her gaze softened, as did her voice. “Has anyone ever told you that you have odd word choices?”
    He dropped his head to the pillow, running his hand over her damp, soft back. “Odd in what way?”
    She regarded him with a nibble of her lip. “Just weird. Like you said you did a good job, as if you have a duty to me or something.”
    Ah, she was smart.
    He liked that.
    He arched a brow. “Do my word choices bother you?”
    “No.” She slowly shook her head, watching him closely with guarded, glassy eyes. “I’m just trying to get a read on you.”
    He laughed, slapping her ass with a light tap, which had her giving a lovely squirm. He didn’t mind that she saw deeply into him to understand there was more going on there. In fact, he thought it was attractive that she was clever. But explaining his sexual interests and that he played at Club Sin wasn’t anything he wanted to get into now. He needed to understand more about Ella first, besides that they connected on a sexual level. “Why don’t you save the interrogation for tomorrow over breakfast?”
    She gave him quite the sweet look with raised brows. “Isn’t this the time I’m supposed to get up and go to my own bed, since this is not a dating type of arrangement? Isn’t that how one-night stands usually go?”
    He brushed her hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear, quite taken with her. “This is the time that you relax in my arms and go to sleep. We’re going to be friends, Ella, so you’re going to have to learn to deal with my wanting to be around you.”
    With a loud snort, she pushed up against his chest and gave him a stern look. “Are you always this bossy?”
    He couldn’t fight his smile. She looked cute annoyed. “Ella, I just fucked you, so I can’t see why