Part Forty-Three

“Stay.” Dezrael’s voice was a mere whisper but Kiran looked into her soulful eyes and he couldn’t resist.

She intertwined her fingers, her hands on the back of his neck. He kissed her again and pulled her on top of him. She had barely caught her breath before he pushed back inside her and he let her set the rhythm.

Kiran’s aura was almost suffocating, it was strong and commanding, much like he was and she pushed her guilt at finding it alluring down into the recesses of her soul. Feeling him pulse inside her, ignited her own addiction to control and power.

She was still on top of Kiran, who was no longer inside her, catching her breath and willing her galloping heart to slow down. She opened her eyes with a start as she caught herself wistfully dreaming of doing this every night.

Kiran shifted and pulled her off him and she lay on her side, watching him as he sat upright with his back towards her. His Alpha tattoo loomed large on his back and she resisted the urge to trace her fingers