Free Danger of Desire by Tacie Graves

slickly in and out of her. He tilted his hips as he stroked, and she moaned as he managed to touch places she’d only dreamed about.
     
    “My world is a dangerous place, and I am a dangerous man. But you? You are the most dangerous of all.”
     
    Donovan lowered his head to her breasts and tugged a nipple as he continued his assault on her body, rocking her higher and higher up the slopes of her pleasure until she could see the peak glimmering in the darkness.
     
    “You have to understand—I have to make you understand—I need to be able to trust you, to believe your promises. Not so that I can trust you with my heart. No—you already have that! But so that I can trust you with YOU .”
     
    Donovan’s pace was becoming frantic as he plunged his cock in and out of her pussy, and she could feel the seams of the universe slowly beginning to unravel as she basked in the glory of his words and the power of his body.
     
    “I will let no one take you from me,” he groaned into her ear. “ No one ! Not even you! You don’t have to love me, you don’t have to like me, but I will not lose you.”
     
    Darcy began to keen as another orgasm shattered her existence, her pussy clenching madly around Donovan’s cock, milking it, demanding his release, and she cried out to him.
     
    “Yours! Always! Never leave, never break my promise again, can’t lose you—you’re everything !” She gasped feverishly, hoping against hope that she had made enough amends that he would understand—would forgive. She understood his fear—she felt the same—she couldn’t lose him, she felt she would die if she did.
     
    For a moment, the world stopped. Donovan couldn’t believe his ears. His fears of having lost her had driven him mad, and he had pushed her further and harder than he had ever dreamed of before, and it had led him to this. Paradise. He felt his cock harden, his balls tighten as his climax dragged itself from his control, flooding into her, bathing her in his essence. He felt her muscles as they spurred him on, his orgasm joining hers until they both collapsed in a sweaty pile of rubbery limbs on her bed.
     
    “I love you,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice ragged from screaming her pleasure, “I never realized how important following orders could be.”
     
    “There is no power in the order, Pet—only care. The power is in the following. You have always had all the power.” He murmured softly, stroking her damp hair back from her face as she dropped into an exhausted sleep. He dropped a soft kiss on her brow and made a promise in the darkness, “And always will.”
     
     
     
     

  About The Author:
     
                Tacie Graves isn’t schizophrenic; she just writes what the voices in her head tell her to. Living in the middle of the Midwest with her husband and two children, her days are spent in a whirlwind of activities that always somehow lead back to her writing desk and the sexy stories that come alive there (which can be difficult sometimes when she has to explain why she’s looking at the pool guy just so .) She writes erotica for every woman because we can all use a little extra spice in our lives sometimes. Oh, and because the voices told her to.
     
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