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Insanity wrapped around my head as he managed to rip my legs even farther apart. So wide open the cool air tickled my tender tissue, and I was about to lose my mind. When the climax rushed into my system, at first there was no sound. None. Then a slight wheezing as my muscles clenched and released several times.

Where I normally came down quickly when brought joy from a vibrator, the moment kept going, one climax colliding with another because he refused to stop his actions. There was no way of knowing how long the moment lasted, but I was completely spent, my pulse racing so that I felt every thump in my throat.

There was no way of moving. Flashes of light still pulsed around my eyes and every muscle remained tense. When he pulled me into the water, I didn’t fight him. I was on his lap again, this time with the tip of his cock brushing up and down my pussy. With being so tender, I almost pushed away from him.

What did Steel do in response? He pulled me down on his cock, filling me completely.

Now I found my voice, the strangled scream only cut off when he crushed his mouth over mine. That didn’t stop me, only muffling the noise. I felt as if I was on fire.

His shaft throbbed, filling me completely and I was in awe of how incredible the sweeping vibrations were. He held me in place with the kiss lingered, but as soon as he pulled our lips free, he gripped my hips.

I was his putty, his clay to mold the way he wanted. At first, he took his time, developing a sweet rhythm that allowed me to catch my breath.

But that was short lived. As his actions became more brutal, the water became choppy, spilling over the edge. We were both sweating profusely, his face pinched as he remained unblinking. I was in complete awe of the man and how our bodies molded together so perfectly.

I rocked against him, clamping my knees as I pressed my hands against his chest. He was instantly amused, the smirk on his face growing wider with every second.

There was no chance of him giving up control, his facial expressions completely dominant. I was pulled into an erotic zone, feeling as if I was flying. And he continued to pump long and hard, pushing me up from the water with the force used.

Water splashed everywhere, mixing with sweat until I was panting from the heat. He didn’t seem fazed, enjoying the hell out of himself while tormenting me.

But in those next few seconds as I clenched my pussy muscles, there was a slight power exchange, enough that he cocked his head in shock. With a slow and steady smile crossing his face, his eyes lifted in mischief.

And as with mine, his entire body was on fire. Every muscle tensing. I bucked harder, faster, bouncing up and down whilegripping his shoulders. His chest rose and fell from heavy breathing and I licked my bottom lip just to drive him crazy.

“Such a brat,” he managed.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I refused to give up, rocking to the point he finally threw his head back.

As he lifted his chin, I nuzzled my face into his neck, biting his skin. His guttural moan, while controlled, was a sweet reward even as he erupted deep inside.

CHAPTER 22

Violet

The man was a sleeping giant. I firmly believed he was a chiseled god who’d been transported here from a beautiful location where every man was the epitome of masculine perfection. Maybe I’d simply woken up in a much better mood than I had as of late, the true reason for my poetic thoughts.

The handsome prince was still sleeping, a sweet effect of the hot tub and a little too much alcohol. And then there were the two hot and heavy rounds of sex. With his head turned slightly to the side, his tousled hair like a bronze halo, and with the sheet lying precariously across his hips, the enticement was almost too difficult to resist.

So much so I lifted the sheet, peeking underneath, immediately swooning. Yes, he was that well-endowed even when not awake. With another glance at his face, I wondered how many women usually fell under his spell. His facial features were aristocratic; the stubble that he perpetually wore sharpened his strong jaw.

Maybe from our dozen or so rounds of kissing, his lips were ruby red as if stained. He could easily give Sleeping Beauty a run. I resisted a giggle and allowed one more glance of desire to his cock. Was it my imagination or was his dick twitching? Daring to be wild, I slid my hand under the covers, very carefully brushing the tip across his sensitive slit.

When he stirred, I pulled my hand away, shocked to find a pearl bead covering my finger. With a fevered wisp of a gasp, I slipped it into my mouth. Oh, my God. The taste of him was exactly like I thought it would be. Surprisingly sweet with a hint of tang. If I didn’t think I’d wake him, I’d suck the man dry.

Such a bad girl with my wishful thinking. Plus, I was sore, enough so that my pussy was tender to the touch. I knew because I’d slipped my hand under the sheet before from a wild and wet dream awakening me.

I bit my lip, fighting a string of moans of appreciation. Very gently, I returned the soft material to where it was, leaning a little closer so I could study the tattoos on his arm. What was it about men liking swords? The picture had been drawn by an artist, the sheen of ink depicting the iron gleaming in sunlight.

He looked positively dangerous this way, sculpted to the point of chiseled perfection. With every inch of my body aching from desire, I resisted tormenting him by tracing every tat. For a few seconds, I rested my head on my hands, only once darting my eyes toward the clock.

Soon, I’d need to get dressed and wake up my sleeping man. With there being no secrets between us, I had to force my butt into gear. Today was going to be a busy day, including finding someone who would occasionally babysit Damon.

Then there was the matter of dealing with Zorro and the breeder. I cringed from the thought of taking the dog away. The mental interruption was just enough that the sensual mood was spoiled. Slinking out of bed, I grabbed my clothes from the chair, my mind still in a beautiful haze that I wished could last all day. At least I could borrow some toothpaste and get rid of my stinky breath.

The ping indicating a text forced an audible groan. Who was texting me so early? I dug through my purse until I put my hands on my phone, yawning even as I tried to read the screen. I should have guessed Brenda would be up so early. The little workaholic.

Brenda:Check the Instagram account I created. Wowie, boss. We are flying high.