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I held her down. I watched her carefully. Every breath. Every twitch. Every futile little pull of her wrists against my hand. She was close.

I lowered my mouth to the nipple playing peekaboo, taking the hard peak between my lips. Rosalind moaned. Luckily, the walls were thick, and we were alone in this section of the manor.

Her body bowed beneath me, trying to get closer. I backed off. Pulling my fingers out of her tight heat until just the tips remained. She tried to chase me, mewling in frustration.

"Ask me."

"Whaaa?"

"Ask me for your orgasm."

"Fuck you."

"My little princess gets everything handed to her. You want to come, ask for it."

I toyed with her labia. Playing with the soft velvet of her pussy lips, but I didn't dip back inside. Her empty channel clenched against the air, trying to coax me back in.

"Ask."

"May I have an orgasm, please?" The words were said through clenched teeth, her body still straining towards me.

"No."

"Why?" she whined.

"Because you'll get more than one."

I thrust my fingers back inside her, rubbing mercilessly at that patch of nerves. Rosalind screamed. It wasn't the scream of the frightened woman from our wedding night. This was pure pleasure. The gold swallowed what little pale color remained in her eyes as I gave her exactly what she'd asked for.

Her body went rigid beneath mine. Foot arched against my thigh, toes curled back. Then she shattered.

Her wrists pulled uselessly against my hands. Her thighs trembled. My name came from her mouth in a broken cry that made my wolf slam against the inside of my skin.

I didn't release her. Didn't give her time to recover. Instead, I lowered my mouth to her breast. And sucked. Hard.

"Gunnar."

I drew the silk aside. Her nipple was hard against my tongue as I scraped my canines over it.

"Oh, fuck."

Just as I suspected, my girl liked a little pain. But that's all she would ever get from me; just a little.

Her back arched, trying to get more. I tightened my grip on her wrists.

"Stay still."

"I can't," she whimpered.

"Do as you're told, princess."

She did not. I'd figured out that my wife liked the fight as much as the chase. But this wasn't her desire to play. This was her body over-sensitized and trying to find some breathing room.

I wasn't about to give her any.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

ROSALIND