Book Boyfriend of the week:
The rug was soft beneath Mia's bare belly.
Soren held her arm outstretched at her sides. If she was unwilling, she wouldn't raise her hips from him. She came up on her knees, chest flat on the floor. He wrenched her thighs open, showing her how he wanted her. It was incredibly arousing to hear his harsh, labored breaths as he positioned himself behind her, but his heat threatened to ignite her utterly, leaving her no mind with which to appreciate his abandon.
There was no tenderness in him now, no delicacy. With one rough thrust, he took her with the fury of a man too often alone, desires too often denied. She wold have felt vulnerable, and yet she felt as if she owned him, as if her slightest whisper could break him wide open.
"Mia, Mia, I need this, " he growled, sounding angry about it. "I need you."
"Take me," she whispered, but she had the oddest feeling it was she who took him.
The sex that time was savage. He was less focused on her pleasure, more centered on exorcising personal demons. They fired his ferocity, driving his thrusts, but she found it easy to lose herself in the storm of his desire.
Later, she lay in Soren's arms.
He had just lifted his head from one such kiss, and his gray gaze glittered as he gazed down at her. "I can't get enough of you."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"A little alarming."
His eyes answered where his lips would not: I need you, and I don't want to. As if he could not not help himself, he kissed her again, this time fiercely. By the time he pulled back, she was panting, her peace supplanted with sexual arousal. With him, it only took a touch or a look and she ready to do the wickedest things.
"I love your mouth." Feather light, he brushed her lips with his fingertips, tracing the contours, "After."
"After you've made it red , wet, and swollen. A wanton mouth."
He sucked in a breath. "Yes."
"You're not ass civilized as you pretend."
"I'm not civilized at all. You'd do well to remember that."
"How can I forget?" Mia flexed her fingers, looking at the faint marks that encircled her wrists. "You lost control completely"
"You drove me to it."
So she had. Remembered power surged through her. Driving this disciplined man past restraint--when he had borne so much--made her a little crazy. Reckless.
"And you took me on the floor like an animal."
He caught her hand. "Stop. Or I might do it again."
I know there are other book boyfriends out there so if you have a suggestion, leave it with your comments and I'll use him for a future book boyfriend post. I hope your day is a good one!