"I want you to make love to me tonight."

The words left my mouth and they shock me with the same intensity as they shocked him.

His heart pounds erratically under my palm as we look into each other's eyes. His expression remains unreadable, whereas my face reveals everything.

"I want to touch you, Dakota."

I take his hand and keep it above my heart. Right where it is beating hard because of him.

"And I want you to touch me, like I am yours." I whisper, pressing his warm palm against my chest. His fierce gaze meets mine and I feel an intense desire to burn in his flames.

The thought of being devoured by his heat, sends shivers down my spine and makes my heart race with excitement.

My breath quickens as I slowly slide his hand down my body, and his eyes slide along, following my movement. My face burns with a deep flush of desire as I guide his hand above my heaving breast and instantly, the greens in his eyes darken.

My nipples harden under the heat radiating from his palm and a deep moan of want releases from somewhere within me.

"Take me."

My heart races hastily and a shiver runs through me as I imagine our bodies intertwined. I want to experience a sense of belonging like my rightful place is within his arms.

"Paint me in your colour."

"Paint me black, Dakota. I want to be lost in your darkness, like nothing else matters in the world." I tell him as I yearn to go deeper in him, to meet his shadows and taste the mystery of his soul.

"I want to be yours, completely."

I have never experienced this way before, that unexplainable attraction towards him, the need to possess him, the desperate urge to do anything for him. It is like I was destined to be born for him.

But I need more.

My desire for him goes beyond the physical realm.

I crave for him on a level that transcends this three dimensional world, something that even Einstein could have never explained.

I slide his palm further, gliding down to my belly and I feel butterflies wildly rummaging underneath his large hand, which fits on me perfectly.

"I want to be your sweet home. I want to be your black sky, filled with a million stars twinkling just for you." I whisper with a deep longing burning in me as if I was craving for him since centuries.

His expression remains stoic whereas I take quick breaths to match up with my rapid heart beats. My senses are slipping one by one as I let myself be consumed by his scent, his gaze, and the warmth of his touch.

I am losing myself in his ocean deep green orbs, and I have no complaints. My body is on fire, my stomach is aching, my skin abnormally heating up, yet I feel amazing.

Like I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

Sparks run under my flesh, going south to a dangerous direction. Under the compulsion of need, I guide his hand further down my body and unashamedly press it above my aching desire.

"I want you here." My gaze lock with his and I watch his pupils dilate.

"I want to be filled with your blackness. I want you to consume me in your darkness until there is nothing left of me." I whisper deeply under the spell of his hypnosis.

Dakota watches me silently with his signature cold, heartless expression. Yet, there is an unmistakable roil coursing through his eyes, which is staring back at me with an intensity to rip to my clothes, and maybe my skin and bones as well.

"Take me, Dakota." A sweet beg leave my lips.

I blink at him heavily as I draw in his masculine musky scent and lean closer to whisper against his forbidden lips. "Taint me black. Just like you."

He darkly stares me through his lashes as I stand up from my throne, his lap. I hold his hand and pull him to his feet.

6'4 muscular as Thor, follows me as I lead him to my room with dizzy steps.

The room slightly swirls around me as I sit on the bed, whose bedsheet I am wearing. Dakota stands a foot away from the bed, watching me with his keen animalistic eyes.

He has been quiet since my crying session and his unreadable expression offer no clues to what he might be thinking.

I would give away my one kidney to just know what is going on in his twisted mind.

He is mysterious like the deep Pacific ocean, and as dangerous as the animal, whose glowing eyes are the only feature visible in the dark.

And right now, those glowing predatory eyes are fixed on me as he watches his prey strip itself for him.

Emerald orbs trace my every move as I undo the knot on my thigh, turning the bedsheet gown into a darling split dress.

His eyes fall on my naked thighs, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin as if he was actually touching them. My pulses race and I am almost certain he can hear the pounding of my heart from ten feet away.

I slowly lie on the bed with my nipples erectly peeking in the air for the pleasure of his view. I feel tingles crawling up to my burning core and I rub my thighs as my body calls for his touch.

"Don't you want to make love to me?" As I speak the words, heat rises in my cheeks, colouring them with a pink blush.

Whereas Dakota remains unfazed, as he stands there like a breathing statue. His hands are gorged deep into his pockets, while he watches me with his icy cold glare.

My thighs slowly rub together, creating that friction I badly need as I stare at the man who is strongly oozing of dark aura.

I am not sure how much wine I drank because right now he is looking so fucking sexy with hi broad shoulders that he won't let me touch, built chest that he won't let me feel, and those sturdy abs that he won't let me lick.

Dakota is the kind of man woman would claw each other's eyes just to catch his eyes.

And yet, here he is standing in front of me, showering me with so much attention that my blood boils with sensation.

My clit pulsates like a heartbeat and the lips of my vagina kisses together the harder I rub my thighs. It feels amazing, but it's not enough without his heat, his rough touch, and possessive grip of his body.

I look into his eyes and open the second knot of the bedsheet around my pelvis. The fabric slides down against the curve of my hips, hardly hiding my burning sex.

"Do you think I am prettier than the whore in your painting?" I ask him with growing heat in me, but he remains unbothered. Like a rock who doesn't care about any season.

I spread my thighs a little and the greens in his eyes almost disappear as they get darker like the dark side of the moon.

I am not wearing anything underneath the bedsheet and he knows it very well. And maybe he can see it very well too.

Boldly I spread them wider.

His eyes remain unflinched from my sex and a feeling of earthquake passes through my body as he examines every detail of my exposed flower.

"Don't you want to touch me?" My breathing rises and I bite my lips, savouring the sweet pain which I desire from him.

"Feel me.."

Acute gaze narrow at me and I feel my vaginal walls clenching tightly in return. Pleasure ripples through me and my back arches with a moan percolating in my throat.

"Touch me, Dakota!" I feel wetness dripping from me and my hips sway as a wave of passion hits me.

It was just suppose to be a performance to make him fall, but I don't know when I lost the track and started craving for his touch in real.

"Touch me like I am the only girl in the world. And I want to touch you like it's my last day."

My chest rises in the air and two hands roughly cup around my breast, causing my body to dither in sensation.

My breathing intensifies and I realize they are my own hands, squeezing my breasts to feel a momentary feeling of ecstasy.

"Make me yours." My voice trembles with need as I gaze deep into his eyes, silently pleading him to fulfil my desires.

"Please. Oh fuck!" My voice continues to grow more intense. I need him as much as I need air in my lungs.

Deep down there is an urge boiling in me to feel his ruggedness and my hips raise a little in the air as if in a desperate need of something heavy to push me down onto the bedsheet.

But he is still standing there with his hard face and frosty gaze, staring at me with his undecipherable expression.

My heart clenches in ache as I see him distant and silent, like he is watching a penguin in the zoo for the hundredth time.

I sit up with heavy breathings. My face is burning with heat and my core humming with need as I wait for him to do something, anything.

But nothing happens.

He stands there like a tree who is unaffected by the seduction of birds. I am not sure what I was expecting, but all I know is that I cannot sit still for another moment.

I want Dakota to make love to me tonight. 

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I don't know in which trance I wrote this chapter.. Might edit after the next chapter which is almost finished ;)

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