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“Why?” I managed to ask, even though my mind reeled and my body was doing strange, distracting things. There was something wet between my thighs, and my nipples peaked against my silky nightgown.
“Because I can’t stay away,” he rasped.
His touch left my throat, and he pressed lightly on the bruises he’d left on my forearms. His eyes darkened, and his lips curved with malicious pleasure as I shuddered. He inflicted a slight flare of pain on the tender areas, but the wetness between my legs became slicker, and a small spot at the top of my sex pulsed.
“What are you doing to me?” I asked on a strangled whisper.
“I know you must be aching,” he said instead of answering my question.
“What do you mean?”
“Your pussy hurts, doesn’t it?”
“My what?”
His lips pressed together on a low growl, his features drawing tight with something sharp I didn’t understand.
“The place between your legs,” he ground out. “Does it ache? Are you wet for me?”
“I don’t know…” I was very aware of the dampness on my sex. “What’s happening?”
He caressed my cheek, rubbing my lips again. My lashes fluttered as heat rolled through my body. “My innocent conejita,” he said roughly. “I’m going to help you. Do you know how to make yourself feel good?”
I swallowed, my tongue feeling too thick in my mouth. I wanted him to kiss me again. I wanted him to hold me down and leave more marks on my skin.
“I… I don’t know what you mean.”
“When I leave, I want you to rub the little bud at the top of your pussy. I want you to rub it and think about me.” His eyes turned feverish, his words gravelly.
“Why do you have to leave?” My voice came out low and husky. I didn’t want him to go.
His jaw ticked. “Because I can’t watch you come, or I’ll do something I shouldn’t.”
He leaned over me, and I tilted my head back, welcoming him to claim my lips again. Instead, he pressed a tender kiss against my forehead. He nuzzled my hair, inhaling deeply.
“Be a good girl and do what I told you,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath teasing across my neck. A high whine eased up my throat, and he pressed another kiss to my heated skin, on my neck this time. I turned my face, inviting him to bite me again.
He jerked away and got to his feet. He stared down at me, the lines of his powerful body tense. His pale eyes seared into my soul. “I’ll be next door in my room, thinking about you,” he promised.
I didn’t fully understand what he meant, but pleasure rushed through me at the prospect of him thinking of me. Would he touch himself, too? Would he caress the hard bulge I’d felt against my belly when he held me down in the jungle? I didn’t know how men and women were together other than kissing, but I instinctively knew the hard ridge that had pressed into me meant something dark and tempting.
He turned from me and walked stiffly out of my room, closing the door softly behind him. Compelled by my body’s needs and his command, I reached beneath the sheets and touched my sex. I found the hard bud he’d mentioned, rubbing it tentatively. Heat flashed through my body, and a low moan left my chest. I’d never felt anything like this. It felt forbidden and so good. I couldn’t stop myself from seeking more stimulation.
I thought about how Adrián had held me down in the jungle, the scorching heat of his body bearing down on mine, the biting pain of his teeth and his cruel fingers around my arms.
Pleasure rushed through me, and I bit my lip to hold in a soft cry.
I lay back, my muscles loose and my breaths coming fast and hard. I melted into the mattress, languor rolling over me. In a matter of minutes, I fell into deep, peaceful sleep.Something hot and wet coated my inner thighs, and the sheets were damp beneath me. I stirred, the morning light rousing me as well as the uncomfortable tightness in my belly. This wasn’t the darkly delicious tension that had gripped me when I’d touched myself and thought of Adrián. This hurt, my muscles cramping and twisting.
I looked beneath the sheets, and a high shriek ripped up my throat. I was bleeding. Dark crimson soaked the sheets beneath me. It was coated on my legs. Was this the wetness I’d felt last night when Adrián had stared down at me and ordered me to rub myself?
I hadn’t been hurting at the time, but I hadn’t looked down to check what was happening to my body. I’d just done as he commanded, losing myself in pleasure.
I cried out again at a sharp twist in my belly.
