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He needed pain—oh fuck, he still needed pain. He hated himself, but he thought he might die if he didn’t finish inside her.

Like she could read his mind, she slowed the roll of her hips and reached out, freeing his wrists. Before she could lift back up, he buried his face against the side of her throat, drowning in the sweet scent of her hair.

“What do you need?” she said softly against his ear.

“Put your hands on me,” he rasped. “Let me feel your nails in my skin.”

She rolled them so he was on top of her, and those soft, warm hands were on him in a second, moving over his back as he thrust into her. When he felt her pussy start to spasm around him for the second time, he nipped her earlobe. “I need your nails, your teeth.” Then he slammed into her again, brutally. Her nails sunk into his waist, her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder.

The shot of sweet pain was enough, and he roared, shuddering against her as he came hard and deep inside her. But it wasn’t pain, it was pleasure that took him over.

Chaya had given him that, and she had no idea how huge that was.

Chapter 13

Chaya woke to a tickle on her skin. She glanced down.

Brent had scooted down the bed and was nuzzling, pressing kisses to her hip. His eyes were aimed up at her, raw hunger in their depths shining back.

She threaded her fingers through his hair. “What are you doing down there?” she said, voice still husky from sleep.

“Waiting for you to wake up.” He pressed another kiss against her bare skin.

She knew exactly what he wanted, and she was more than happy to oblige. Keeping her fingers buried in his hair, she rolled to her back, spread her thighs, and guided him to her bare pussy.

He opened his mouth over her instantly, lips and tongue working her, and his groan of satisfaction vibrated against her still-sensitive flesh.

Curling her toes, she fisted the sheets with her other hand. “Ahh…so good.”

Brent’s warm breath drifted across her bare thigh, his dark chuckle sexy as hell.

“I wouldn’t get…too…cocky…if I were you. You’ll…ahhh…earn yourself another p-punishment.” God, he was good at this.

He sucked on her clit and she arched off the bed, already close.

“You’ll get no complaint from me,” he said, causing his whiskered jaw to scrape against her bare skin and send her even higher.

He pressed his tongue inside her pussy, swirling then sucking on her, making her buck against his mouth, giving her the hottest, dirtiest kind of kiss. In seconds she was panting, reaching for release. His big hands rested on her inner thighs, holding her open for him, and when the first tremors started, he lifted his gaze and watched her come, lips wrapped around her clit, tongue flicking over her relentlessly. The whole time, those intense eyes never left hers.

It was too much, too good. She cried out, writhed beneath him, rode out the pleasure he was giving her without holding anything back.

When she finally stilled, he bent down and kissed her hip. “Not sure I’ll ever get sick of watching you come.”

God, she hoped not.

She rolled to her side and held out her hand. “Come here. I want to taste you, too.”

His chest expanded sharply, and he bared his teeth in a way that made her body fire back to life. “I wish, but I have a meeting to get to and I’m already late.” When he stood, she noticed his hair was damp, and though his chest was bare, he had on pants. He’d showered while she’d slept.

The night was over, and he was donning his armor. She flicked back the covers and grabbed her underwear from the floor, pulling them on as she stood.

Brent came up behind her, his bare chest hot against her back, and he nuzzled the side of her neck. “You don’t need to rush off, Chay. Stay a little longer. Rest.” He ground his erection against her ass. “Will I see you tonight?”

Tonight was her night off, and she’d thought that it might be a night off for them as well. Was she finally getting through to him?

“I’d like that. I’m going to an exhibition tonight, but I’ll come over after that.”

He gently sucked her earlobe and she sighed. “Who’s the artist?”