Page 29 of Dagger's Target
“For now, we’re staying here at the clubhouse,” he says, his hand moving to rest on my belly. “You and this little one are all that matters. Nobody touches what’s mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice should frighten me, but instead, it brings comfort. I’ve never had someone so fiercely determined to keep me safe. I’ve only ever relied on myself.
Lifting my head off his chest, I reach up and kiss him soundly.His lips are warm against mine, and I feel the tension in his body begin to melt away. When we finally break apart, I rest my forehead against his, breathing him in.
“I’ve never had someone fight for me like this,” I whisper. “It’s . . . overwhelming.”
“Get used to it,” he growls softly, his thumb tracing my jawline. “Told you, baby, you’re mine. And I’ll do whatever it takes to see that you and our little one are safe. Even if it means dying, it’s what I’ll do.”
My heart skips a beat at the mention of him dying for me. I don’t want him to die to protect me. The thought of losing him has my chest constricting and my body going cold.
I kiss him again, this time needing him to warm me back up. I need to feel alive with him and not think about the prospect of him going anywhere.
Straddling him, I look down into those dark eyes that have become my safe harbor. “Don’t talk about dying,” I whisper, my voice catching. “I just found you. I can’t lose you.”
His hands move to my hips, steady and sure. “I’m not planning on going anywhere, baby. Just making sure you understand how serious I am about keeping you safe.”
I roll my hips against him, feeling him harden beneath me. “Show me,” I challenge, needing to feel connected to him in every way possible. “Show me you’re alive, that you’re here with me.”
Dagger grips my hips, lifts me enough to angle me down onto his thick cock.The feeling of him filling me completely makes me gasp. My eyes lock with his as I slowly begin to move, taking my time, savoring every sensation. The way his hands grip my hips, guiding me in a rhythm that has us both breathing harder.
“Fuck, Katrina,” he moans, his eyes never leaving mine. “You feel so goddamn good. Fit me perfectly. Love how your pussy clenches around me like a fuckin’ vise.”
I lean forward, bracing my hands on his chest, letting my hair fall around us like a curtain. “I need you,” I whisper against his lips.
“Ride my cock, baby, show me what you need.”
His hands slide up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts, making me arch into his touch. The threat that hangs over us only intensifies every sensation, every moment we have together. I can’t think about what might happen tomorrow or the next day.
All I can focus on is now.
Him.
Us.
Just two halves of a whole.
Dagger flips us suddenly, pinning me beneath him without breaking our connection.
He hovers above me, his powerful body blocking out everything else. His eyes lock with mine, intense and dark with desire.
“I’ve got you,” he growls, his voice rough with emotion. “Always will.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. “Show me.”
Dagger drives into me with a controlled power that has me gasping. Each thrust is deliberate, claiming, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension that had been building inside me with everything happening today eases, leaving me consumed with the here and now . . . of this moment with this man.
My man.
“Only you,” he whispers against my ear as he changes his angle, hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. “Only ever you.”
My nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity. “Van,” I moan, my voice barely recognizable even to myself.
“That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Come all over my cock.”
The orgasmrips through me with such force that I cry out, my body arching beneath him. Dagger follows moments later, his face buried in my neck as he groans my name like a prayer.
We lie there, tangled together, our heartbeats slowly returning to normal. His weight is comforting rather than crushing, anchoring me to the present moment.
