she was destined to him

us and the night

pov :her

just a pleasant warning this chapter contain smut and the next one also so if you don't like reading smuts then skip this one, because to maintain my story's order i just have to publish this one also

i will post the next one till tomorrow positively also the next one will be a long one because it is a little short 

I sighed, my hands running down his chest as e came closer to me . "tara said you only want to marry me for my boobs."

"Not true." I felt him smile against my skin. "This too." I yelped at the sharp smack on my ass.he smirked

"now how am i going to leave this club ", i yelled at him remembering him cutting my bra strapand in response he once more smirked

picking me up in his hands ,i wrapped my arms around him like i own him hidding myself totally in him

like i does the first time i met him , when he picked me up just like this************************"Come here."

I didn't think it was possible for any woman to ignore that command from him. I had an awful, awful impulse to listen.

I took the short steps toward him.

As soon as I reached him, he grabbed my nape, threaded his fingers into my hair, and then buried his face in my neck. I could feel deep in my stomach,

I rocked back, not fighting him, but shaken

My breasts pressed against his hard, warm abs and a shiver rolled through me. He ran his face up and down my neck, I tilted my head to give him more access, a moan escaping my lips

. I wanted him, but at the unknown,

 a cool breath of fear dripped into my subconscious.

I grasped the edge of the counter on both sides of me, trying to ground myself to earth somehow, while he worked my neck with slow kisses and scrapes of his teeth. As his presence consumed my own,

His large hands ran down my sides, from underneath my breasts to low on my hips, his thumbs brushing bare skin beneath the band of my dress. It was a maddening sensation, and I was dying for him to go a little further, up or down.

His erection pressed against the inside of my thigh, and if he would onlystep forward a few inches, it would be right where I wanted it, needed it.I swayed, my eyes heavy-lidded, when a solid grip came to the side ofmy neck to hold me still while he pressed hot, wet kisses to my throat. Myhead fell back on a moan,

his hands grasping the top of my ass, and then his hard-on pressed against my clit in a slow roll that stole my breath.

an emptiness pulsed between my legs.
He only ground against me once, when I needed it over and over, beforehe pulled back. His hands left me and grasped the counter beside my own.I'd yet to even touch him while stuck in this dream-like state.

His gaze was more black than amber. "Take off your dress."Each bossy, gravelly word was a slow hum in the empty ache betweenmy legs. 

The cold sense of fear snuck its way back in, cutting through the

haze. A part of me needed to comply, to do everything this man asked ofme. To give him anything he wanted, but I couldn't. Not yet.With a shaky breath, I shook my head.

His gaze narrowed at the edges."Promise not to kill my father and not even to try to kill him and I will."His expression hardened even more. "I don't like ultimatums.""It's not an ultimatum."one sent a sizzle between my legs, and I tilted my head to give him moreaccess, a moan escaping my lips.

He shook his head and started to pull away from me, but I grabbed himby the belt loop. "Please . . ." My voice was throaty, sounding different tomy ears. It was coated in thick, deep lust, and he paused, his attention allmine. "For a wedding present."He glanced down at my finger hooked through his belt loop, his jawticking with thought. After a moment, he said, "You'll take it all off.

took a little help to write this

just thought

you should know , i am not good at writing smuts