Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) by Nicole Snow Read Free Book Online

his
sweaty, strong face. If he styled himself a Roman warrior, then I
must've been his conquest, a treasure ripe for pillaging after he'd
beaten his powerful enemy.
    “ How're you feeling?”
    A little claustrophobic. The truth formed in my brain. Shy, stupid fears competed with the
howling lust rippling out from the inferno between my legs.
    The reptile part of my
brain wanted to shrink in terror, throw him off me, and go running
into the frigid night. But
the rest of my mind connected with my heart, and it commanded my body
to stay, complete and
alive in his strong hands.
    Only one way to change this. If he'll have me...
    My moment of truth had arrived. My breathing picked up,
quickly matching his heavy chest rising and falling above me.
    I stopped. Eyes gently closed, I inhaled the cinnamon
spice wafting off his body, letting his scent re-wire the bad
connections clipped by my attacker in the alley.
    I wouldn't – couldn't! – let what had
happened at the studio happen again. There wouldn't be a third
chance.
    He needed to kiss me. Right now.
    I wasn't sure what happened first. My legs opened a
little wider for him, my wrists relaxed, and I went limp and
breathless. I pursed my lips and angled my neck upward.
    Soft. Inviting. Hungry.
    Take me, warrior! Forget the past. Don't hold back.
Take control, just like you do in the ring.
    The light behind my eyelids disappeared. I sensed his
powerful face moving to mine, lips searching for a soft place to
land, to burn and pillage.
    His kiss lit me on fire. He sucked the breath from my
lungs, replacing my uncertain fog with brilliant, purifying fire.
    I almost choked at the intensity. The part of my brain
running on fear shut down, and all circuits went firing toward
desire, feeding the frenzy raging between my legs.
    Moaning into his mouth, I stiffened.
    His tongue devoured my excitement, lapping at my moan in
swift laps, circular and sweetly hypnotic. My knees began to tremble.
My lips were satisfied, but the rest of me needed more – and
needed it now!
    “ Oh, fuck!” I whispered. “No man's
ever kissed me like that.”
    He muttered something about wanting me like no one else,
the words of an apex hunter. “Think you can handle my heat?”
    Yes! No! Maybe?
    I mumbled a weak reply, too drunk on the sticky dynamite
going off inside me to say anything coherent. Really, I didn't know
if I could handle him, but there was no stopping this.
    Not when my body needed it so bad. My skin heated,
softening beneath his touch, submitting and opening itself for every
last rigor he intended to make on my ready flesh.
    Suddenly, his strong hand was on my skirt. He worked it
down, pouring his hot breath across my moist face, panting in triumph
when layer one was down to my knees.
    When he hooked his fingers across the waistband to my
panties, I almost died. I felt his fingers on the soft strip of hair
above my sopping wet center. Then, in a feral push, my panties were
gone, joining my skirt on the floor as he curled my legs around his
sides and tossed away the hated things concealing what he wanted
most.
    Bright eyes. All fire.
    No mercy here. Just desire.
    I lost myself in them like never before, diving into his
sparkling seas, deep into their hot springs. A huge bulge rubbed
against my crotch beneath his trunks. Thick, curved, and absolutely
perfect for working its way to my depths, marking me as his forever.
    “ William! Don't hold back,” I moaned,
digging my nails into his bare back, just as he'd commanded. “I
want to make up for before. I want us to make up for everything.”
    He smiled, and then the gentle grin became a tiger's
snarl. He away his trunks, his boxers, pushing his naked hardness to
my entrance.
    William pushed inside me with a grunt. He invaded me
without holding anything back, sinking to my slick, quaking depths
like an explorer racing into a treasure chamber.
    I lifted my hips. My clit sizzled as he began to thrust,
scraping against his trimmed hair each time he