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His answering smile was small but genuine. “Don’t thank me for basic decency, Arabella. It sets the bar rather low.”

I laughed. “Fair enough.” I straddled his hips. My nightdress rode up my thighs, and I felt his immediate response to our new position.

Kazimir’s hands settled on my waist, thumbs tracing circles on my hipbones. “Why do you insist on wearing these things to bed? I’m just going to take it off.”

I rocked my hips over his erection. “Maybe I like you taking it off.”

His eyes darkened with desire. In one swift motion, he hooked his fingers in the neckline and tore. The silk ripped clean down the middle.

“Kaz!” I yelped, more surprised than upset.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He pushed the torn fabric off my shoulders. “Maybe I’ll rip that one too.” His hands gripped my hips, pulling me flush against him. “Now ride me.”

11 Confess Everything but Love

(Your Body Will Do the Talking)

Arabella

The command sent a pulse of heat straight to my core. This was Kazimir at his most dominant, his most possessive, and gods help me, I loved it. I loved the way he took control, the way he demanded exactly what he wanted. Gods knew I fought him on everything else, but in this, there was a freedom in surrender. I loved the fire in his eyes when he looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

I reached between us, wrapping my fingers around his thick, hard length. He hissed in pleasure as I stroked him once, twice, before positioning him at my entrance. I was already wet, ready for him, my body responding to his touch with embarrassing eagerness.

I sank down onto him slowly, savoring the delicious stretch, the feeling of fullness as he filled me completely.

His hands clenched on my hips, his knuckles white. “Gods, Arabella,” he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. “I will never, ever tire of this. Of you.”

“Look at me,” I whispered.

Kaz’s eyes snapped open, blazing with silver light. He watched me as I began to rock against him, his gaze intense, possessive. It was a claiming but I didn’t know who was claiming who. His hands roamed over my body—cupping my breasts, tracing the curve of my waist, sliding down to where we were joined.

I bent to place an open-mouthed kiss on his collarbone, tracing a scar with my tongue. Kaz shuddered and ran his hand through my hair. “I’ve never…”

I pulled back to look at him, waiting.

He put his hands on either side of my face and held my gaze.

“What?” I whispered.

“I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I feel to you.”

I understood. Neither had I. I’d never allowed someone to look at me the way he did and enjoy it. Never allowed someone to know the shape of me and grant me the same privilege. Being open with him still frightened me, but now the fear was accompanied by a thrill.

Unsure what to say back, I leaned in to kiss Kazimir’s mouth. Sliding my tongue along his lower lip, tasting him as I rocked against his body.

“You feel so fucking good,” he rasped, his hips beginning to buck up to meet me. “So tight around me. Tell me you love it, Arabella. Tell me you love feeling me inside you.”

“I love it,” I whimpered, my pace quickening. The friction was exquisite, building a frantic, coiling heat deep in my belly. My world narrowed to the stretch of him inside me, the sight of his face contorted in a mask of raw pleasure, the sound of his low, guttural groans.

“Faster,” he commanded.

I obeyed, increasing the pace until I was riding him in earnest, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The world narrowed to just the pleasure and the intensity of his gaze as he watched me chase my release.

“Kaz,” I moaned. My climax shimmered on the horizon, close, so close. My thighs trembled.

His thumb found my clit, circling it with just the right pressure. “That’s it,” he coached. “Take what you want. Fuck me until you’ve taken all of me.”

His dirty talk was a current that dragged me under. My breath came in ragged gasps.