Desperate Domination (Bought by the Billionaire #3) by Lili Valente Page A

hear it too, and realize maybe they weren’t so far from the fairy tale, after all.
    “Everything is going to be okay,” she said, cupping his scruffy cheek in her hand as she addressed the unspoken doubt in his eyes. “It will, Jackson. I promise.”
    And then she kissed him and he kissed her back, his tongue slipping into her mouth and his arms wrapping tight around her. The kiss was as hot as any they’d shared, but it was also richer, deeper, an exploration of new territory and an offering of something more than their physical bodies. There was more than hunger in his touch as he cupped her breasts in his hands, kneading and caressing her sensitive skin until she was dizzy. There was more than a desire for release in the way he urged her thighs apart and pressed his erection tight to the slickness between her legs.
    She could sense the emotion simmering beneath his touch and the longing for a union that thrummed through his veins. It was the same longing that swelled inside her, filling her with warmth, crowding out the last of her fear.
    “I need you so much,” she mumbled against his lips. “I need to feel you inside me.”
    “Condom.” He reached for the bedside table, but she took his hand, guiding it back to her breast.
    “No, I want you bare,” she said, grinding her slickness up and down his rigid length. “It isn’t the right time for a baby and we’ve already gone without a condom once today. Once more won’t hurt.”
    “I know we did,” he said, pinching her nipples. “But I didn’t realize it until after. I wasn’t thinking.” He groaned softly as she circled her hips, coating his cock with more of her wet heat. “That’s what you do to me, Hannah. You make me forget to think.”
    “Good.” She reached between them, positioning him at her entrance. “You think too much.”
    She dropped her hips, taking him inside her, inch by glorious inch. She’d never been on top with him before and relished the new way he filled her. His engorged erection took up every inch of space until there was a hint of pain as she sank down the final inch, fitting her hips to his.
    But it was sweet pain, the kind that only drove her desire higher.
    She moaned as she began to move, gliding up and down his shaft as he dropped his head, suckling her nipple into his mouth. His hands squeezed her hips, sending fresh waves of need coursing through her body and a ringing sensation vibrating through her cells. She felt like a tuning fork finding the perfect pitch, a meditation bell summoning the chaos of the world into perfect harmony, and was suffused with a sense of rightness that swept away the last clinging cobwebs of doubt.
    There was no longer any question in her mind—this was where she was meant to be. She belonged with this man. She was born to share his bed, warm his heart, and climb out of hell by his side. It was as close to a moment of utter truth as she’d ever experienced, and she had to know if he felt it too.
    “Wait. I need to see you. Please.” Fighting the pleasure cresting within her, she squirmed until he released her nipple and lay back, his breath coming fast.
    “Just don’t ask me to stop,” he said, thrusting sharply into her core, his cock stroking so deep it drew a gasp from her throat. “I can’t stop. I need you so much. So fucking much.” A pained expression flashed across his face that she understood completely.
    It was painful to get this close, so close there was nothing but a fraying thread keeping you from losing yourself and being eaten alive by need for the person in your arms. It was heaven and hell mixed together, but better for it.
    Darkness made the light shine brighter, pain made pleasure that much sweeter, and what was the point of angels if not to save beautiful devils like Jackson Hawke.
    “I won’t give up on you,” she whispered, holding his gaze as she caught his rhythm, riding him with sensuous rolls of her hips, building the fire already raging between