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“You’re a study in contradictions, beautiful Katarina.” The desire in his eyes and clear in every taut line of his body, made her tremble.
“You don’t really think I’m beautiful.” She fought the urge to moan as he pushed his hips closer, forcing her into even more intimate contact with his arousal.
She squirmed in his arms, wanting to loop a leg around his waist. She ached to rock her slick sex against him and ease the tension coiling low in her body, but found herself unable to move.
“Don’t tell me what I think.” He held her still, immobilized, and her heart raced at the strange thrill of being under this man’s power.
“You were trying to fatten me up.”
“I was worried about your health.” His lips dropped to her throat, the warm water hitting his back spraying lightly into her face as he kissed and licked and her pulse sped faster. “Now stop fighting me.”
“I’m not fighting you.” She moaned as he bit down on the sensitive skin at her throat before letting his lips play softly at her ear.
“Then stop fighting yourself.” He transferred control of her wrists to one hand and cupped her face with the other, tilting her mouth up to meet his lips.
His pressure was commanding, but tender and Kat couldn’t keep from melting into the kiss. Soon she was oblivious to everything but the feel of his lips, teeth and tongue swiftly driving her out of her mind.
No one had ever kissed her like this. No other man had ever made her feel as if the taste of her were vital to his very existence. She was so consumed by him, she hardly noticed when he released her wrists and she suddenly found her bottom possessed by a pair of strong, warm hands.
His palms slid up her sides to tease her breasts before venturing back down to cup her ass, but she could feel his attention was still on the kiss they shared. Every movement of his lips, every nip of his teeth was an erotic communication. The kiss crashed through her defenses, making her ache to be closer to him, to merge with him completely. She craved the erotic freedom, the emotional liberation of surrendering herself to another person.
And it scared her half to death.
She wrenched her mouth away from his lips and the horrible intimacy that was so tempting and terrifying all at the same time. “Fuck me already, will you?”
“I don’t take orders.” His voice was hard, but there was a grin on his face as he slapped her ass—hard. The sound of flesh on flesh mingled with her gasp of surprise, reverberating off the walls of the shower.
“Don’t you dare.” Her lips formed the right words, but her tone was anything but angry. How could she sound angry when her pussy was clenching with excitement and the stinging skin on her bottom screaming for more?
Her mind might not want him to spank her, but her body did. Her body wanted to be turned over his knee and punished, wanted him to redden her ass before he worked thick fingers into where she ached for him.
“You don’t like it when I spank you?” He slapped her again, and her gasp became a groan. She wiggled shamelessly against him, trying to get closer to his cock, to buck against him until she found relief from the hunger he inspired.
“Please, stop.” She hid her face against his shoulder, embarrassed by how much a part of her wanted this. She wanted him to hurt her, to use her, and then she wanted him to make her come until her soul floated outside her body.
“Show me your face, Katarina.” He rubbed the spot where he had smacked her with his palm. She shuddered and arched into his touch.
“I can’t,” she whispered, clinging to his shoulders, feeling strangely lost.
“You can’t, or you won’t?”
“I can’t… Not yet.”
“Then let’s try something different.” He hugged her gently, as if he understood the emotions warring within her. He kissed her forehead, just once, but once was enough to take her breath away.
She was still reeling from the sweetness of that kiss when he spun her around to face the tile, pressing her forward until she was once more pinned between his warmth and the cool wall. Her breasts tingled and stung, aching for more than the tile to caress them, her sex throbbed, and even her ass began to pulse as his erection pressed between her cheeks.
“I only want to give you pleasure. But maybe that will be easier if you can’t see my face.” He kissed her neck as his warm hands slid from her belly to cup her breasts. “Let go, Katarina. Just let go.”
He pumped liquid soap from the dispenser on the wall and smoothed it onto her aching breasts, the slickness of his hands on her nipples enough to make her cry out. She arched back against his erection, silently begging him to end the sweet torture of his hands teasing and plucking at her sensitized skin.
“I know what you want.” His accent grew thicker as one hand trailed down the flat plane of her stomach to tease through her patch of auburn curls. She squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying for him to finger her clit, or to dip lower and shove inside her.
“Is that one of your favorite sayings?” The words caught in her throat as his fingers explored her folds, touching her everywhere but where she yearned to be touched.
“Only when it’s the truth.”
Finally he dipped lower, thrusting in and out of her as he continued his erotic torment at her breasts. In seconds, she was writhing against the wall, struggling to arch her back enough to allow him to ram into her from behind. She wanted his cock in her, wanted it badly enough to beg for it.
