He couldn’t get a grip on the mattress so he reached up, his fingers curling over the top of her headboard. Wood creaked but it didn’t break as he watched her move, taking a little more of his shaft. She sucked and the sensations gave him raw pleasure so powerful it made thinking impossible. Growls tore from him before he could stop them and he broke out in a sweat.

She didn’t stop. Her mouth tortured him as she withdrew to the tip but then took a little more of his length with each slow tug. Her gaze lifted, held his, and he lost it. It was too intense, too raw. He wanted to come more than he wanted his heart to beat and knew he would soon if she didn’t stop.

“Alli,” he snarled.

She released him. He groaned from remorse that she wasn’t licking him anymore, his h*ps arching toward her despite trying to remain still. Alli wasn’t done with him though when she leaned up and her bare br**sts rubbed the sides of his shaft. The sight of his dick snug between the soft mounds almost sent him over the edge. He had no idea what she was doing but he liked it.

She braced on her legs, reached up with both hands, and cupped her br**sts, pushing them tighter against his dick. The slow movement rubbed her incredibly soft body along his painfully hard shaft. His h*ps arched upward to move faster, unable to control them. She shifted her hold, hugged her br**sts with one arm while keeping him trapped in the valley of them and her other hand teased the top of his dick, stroking him.

He fisted the headboard tighter, something above him snapped loudly but he didn’t care what caused the sound. Fire rushed from his belly down to his dick, ecstasy exploding from him as he came violently. He threw his head back against the mattress while riding out each blissful jolt of his se**n shooting from his body. It seemed endless while he writhed in pleasure until every muscle turned lax.

He panted, eyes closed, while trying to recover. A hot tongue touched the top of his oversensitive dick and a snarl burst from his lips. His eyes snapped open and he stared in shock at Alli still crouched over him on her knees.

Her blonde hair spilled across of his h*ps and hid her face while she ran her tongue over him again. He could feel the wetness of his se**n on his belly but he saw more it splashed across her br**sts when her chin lifted until she could peer at him.

“You taste really sweet.” She smiled before straightening up to sit on the bed and glanced down at her chest. Her laugh was musical to him. “I think I should shower again.” Her gaze held his. “I’ll be right back.”

He wanted to stop her but his body refused to respond, still recovering from the devastation her mouth had done to him. He had a difficult time catching his breath or finding the energy to move. She glanced up and laughed again before looking at him.

“Next time we’ll have to use a sturdier bed or maybe you could hang on to the edge of the mattress.” Another laugh. “We’re definitely going to do that again soon.”

He wasn’t sure what she meant about the bed and could only watch her turn away from him to climb off the bed and walk to the bathroom. The door was left open. Water came on, assuring him she really meant to shower and not flee. He glanced upward.

The bent metal of the top bar of the headboard hung precariously over him. He’d broken it in his haste to cling to something to prevent him from bruising her instead with his hands.

“Alli’s mine forever,” he swore.

* * * * *

Alli was still smiling when she turned off the water and grabbed a fresh towel to dry off. It hadn’t surprised her that he’d enjoyed o**l s*x but the sense of power she’d experienced had. Obsidian was always so dominating but that had changed drastically when she’d shown him how it felt to be on the receiving end of o**l s*x. He’d been putty in her hands. Mouth, she corrected silently, chuckling.

He remained sprawled on his back where she’d left him when she stepped out of the bathroom. His long frame barely fit length-wise down her bed, his heels right at the bottom. His c**k was still semi-hard as she perused every inch of him until she stared at his face again. It was a hell of a sexy sight and so was the still-dazed, sated look on his masculine features. He took her breath away when his dark gaze fixed on her.

“Come here,” he demanded in a gruff tone.

Things are back to normal, she decided, still smiling as she slowly approached the bed. She released the towel where she held it together in front of her and put a knee on the bed. Her gaze left his to lower to his abdomen. Every muscle was defined, proof of how fit he remained despite the time he’d lain in a comatose state. She dropped the damp material over his belly.

He tensed a little until he realized she was cleaning him with it. His body relaxed. “You are tending to me.”

“Yes.” She could stare into his eyes endlessly. “You look pretty comfy right where you are.” She tossed the towel toward the bathroom when she was done, happy she hit the tile floor with her aim. “It’s got to be past the time you usually go to bed. Tired?” She stretched out na**d next to him.

He rolled to his side to face her. “I liked that.”

“I know. So did I.”

He glanced down her body. “You were aroused.” His nostrils flared as he sniffed. “I want to tend to you.”

“Why don’t we get some sleep first?” She was tired. It had been a long, emotionally draining day between dealing with the stress of her possible future and the argument she’d had with him earlier. “I could use a few hours sleep.”