A Way Out

Chapter 23

A/N: This chapter contains mature content.

"You're mine now."

A moan escaped my lips at his words. Nothing else mattered, but to be his in that delicious moment. He could do with me as he pleased, and I would follow. My body was completely at his mercy and all I wanted for him was to take me higher and higher. I wanted him to give me all that he got. Warm and cold, intimidating and soft, sweet, and strong.

Donovan's hand glided to my most sensitive part, before slipping his finger inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion and arched my chest up against his, my eyes widening. "Fuck, gem," he moaned the moment he felt me. Donovan took my chin in between his fingers and forced his tongue to meet mine. I more than willingly opened my mouth. Wherever his touch took me, my body was willing to go.

This time he seemed desperate to kiss me, his kisses were fast and rough, making me whimper at the urge behind them. Donovan pumped his finger in and out of me, taking me to an unfamiliar place. Jake had never brought me to such a height. Only his needs were met and that satisfied him, it didn't matter to him what I needed. I also never dared to ask. Wanting pleasure was a topic I felt awkward about around Jake. To him, sex was just an act, but for me, it was so much more, well I figured it was so much more. I needed intimacy. To me pleasure was worshipping someone, making sure it satisfied both, and both felt wanted. I didn't only want the act. I wanted the touches, the kisses, the strokes, and the sweet nothings. I wanted everything it should be.

"Faster," I breathed, and in return, Donovan's finger left me entirely as he hoisted me up on a table. The loss caused an emptiness within me. One I wanted to get rid of desperately.

His eyes were heavy on mine as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of my trousers. Donovan placed his forehead against mine, not breaking eye contact. His chest rose and fall, trying to tame the storming feelings within him, but I knew he had more to give. Donovan was a powerful man and so far he was still holding himself back, I was sure of it. Still, I was happy with everything he did to soothe my desires and probably his own. I would not deny the pull between us any longer, because it wasn't worth it.

"What are you waiting for?" I whispered as his fingers were still in the same spot.

"You need to be sure," he rasped.

I breathed a smile and bit my lip. "One can never be sure." I gave him a fast kiss, before moving to his ear. "What I do know, is that I want you to make me come. Hard," I whispered, before biting his earlobe. I didn't know where my boldness came from, but I knew I was going to get everything I wanted. I've spent too much time putting my own feelings on the shelf, but not anymore.

Donovan's eyes widened at my request and with one yank my trousers pooled down on the floor, leaving me in my panties. My skin glowed underneath his searching gaze as he took in my bare legs. "You're going to wish you never said that." He smirked with a glint in his eyes, trashing my feelings with that look.

He placed his hands on my knees and pushed my legs apart so he could stand in between them. Donovan placed his hands on my curves, shoving me forward against his hardened groin. "God," I hissed as it hit me right on that delightful spot. He started grinding against my heated core, and I hated every piece of fabric that kept our bare skins apart. What he was providing me with was sweet torture, fogging up the thoughts in my mind.

I threw my head back, but he wasn't having any of it. Donovan grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and hauled me forward so my face was just mere inches away from his. "I want to see your gorgeous eyes when I make you come," he said, his voice sultry as his minty breath fanned against my cheeks. My eyes fluttered at his words.