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His hand jolts my head forward, startling me, causing my eyes to open.

“Eyes on me,” He rasps, diving his fingers deeper inside my pussy.

His fingers work feverishly, each stroke coaxing me to the edge of bliss. Drowning in the pools of his eyes, I lose all ability to control my body. The walls of my pussy clench around his fingers as I begin to crest the ridge of ecstasy.

In a sudden movement, he removes his fingers, leaving me hollow and aching. Lifting his fingers, now glistening with my wetness, he slowly smooths them over my lips.

“Open.”

I part my lips on his command. His fingers trace over them. The sweet, salty taste of me makes me crave him more. A hum of approval breaks my trance.

Lowering his head until the bristle of his beard tickles my ear, he growls, “I warned you not to go out with anyone. We’re going to practice your listening skills. You’ll come when I tell you to.”

My pussy aches for release. Each nerve of my body is set on fire, needing to be soothed by his touch. Through the haze of lust, my mind begins to piece together the meaning of his words.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I don’t bother hiding the frustration in my voice.

Silver sparkling in my peripheral draws my attention to the knife in his hand. The need to defend myself doesn’t come. The only feeling I have is the overwhelming need to have him in me. The knife dances in the air as he slips it under my dress. The smooth surface of the blade leaves a frozen trail across my thigh before coming to a stop on top of my hip. The band of my panties snaps my skin like a rubber band.

The edges of his lips tick up in amusement at my gasp. My panties drop to the floor along with his knife. His hand slips behind my black, finding the zipper of my dress. The warm rap of his knuckles along my spine as he pulls the zipper down, has my breath hitching. My dress slides off my shoulders, falling to the floor.

“I’m really fucking not.”

His lips crash back to mine, sending my head back into the wall. Reaching around his waist, I hook the hem of his shirt and lift it over his shoulders.

Breaking our kiss, he takes a step back, taking in the length of my body. “Your spirit may be fury incarnate, but you have the body of a fucking goddess,” he says, sighing.

My cheeks heat as my gaze drops to the floor. I’ve never been called a goddess.

His hands hook under the back of my thighs, lifting me off the ground. Any thoughts weaving through my mind disappear as anticipation settles between my legs. My back is slammed against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist as I feel his hand graze my ass. The sound of his belt unclasping seems muted as I remain ensnared by the steel gaze of his eyes. The intensity of his stare seems to multiply as he lines himself up with my center.

The warmth of his breath on my lips lasts a heartbeat before his lips crush mine. The first hot stroke of his cock has a murmured whine leaving my lips.

He cages my body against the wall, then thrusts forward, sinking fully into me. His hips rock slowly, as though savoring the feel of being buried in my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…” His hips continue to rock forward, hitting the sensitive spot deep in me.

Already on the verge of reaching release, my hips draw back, only to whip forward on a thrust.

“So greedy…” he rasps, just as a smile crosses his face. He withdraws just enough to leave the tip of his cock inside me. My body cries for release as a feeling of emptiness sets in between my thighs. My fingers weave behind his neck, drawing in him closer.

“Please,” I whisper over his lips.

“Say my name.”

The feel of warm breath across my face as he whispers back becomes another form of torture as I strain to bring my lips to his. His tongue glides across my jaw catching my earlobe in a light bite.

My mind tries to piece together his request, but the feel of him overwhelms my thoughts. He thrusts just enough to push me closer to the edge of release.

Ethan dips his fingers between us, running a gentle touch over the swollen nub of my pussy. My hips jerk, but his firm grip holds me in place.

“Say”—his fingers brush over my clit—“my”—again, that slow, deliberate stroke pulls a mewl from me, far too loud—“name.”

He presses harder against my oversensitive clit, striking a chord.

“Ethan…”

His lips close over mine as his hips sling forward with brutal force.