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Unbidden, mirroring his motion, one of her hands went to her aching breast, squeezing her nipple to find some semblance of relief.
“Hand down.”
The command made in that deep, lower tone wracked her body with a shiver. Swallowing, she stayed where she was, not understanding what he meant.
“You want to see me do this?” he asked, tugging at his cock, and her eyes locked with his. She nodded.
“Then, no touching yourself. Get on the counter.”
She complied, jumping backward. The granite felt cool against her heated body, the sink pressing into her back as she waited for him to tell her what to do.
His hand moved lazily on his cock, his hypnotic dual-colored eyes steady on hers.
“Spread your legs.”
She was wearing his t-shirt—the one she had basically stolen from him—and silk shorts she’d put on after dinner. Heart racing, nipples so tight she could feel the heaviness in her breasts, she opened her legs, knowing she was wet and knowing he could see it on the damp spot spreading on the fabric.
His hand began to move faster over his cock, his other one pressed into the wall at his side, his eyes between her legs, to her nipples, to her lips, to her eyes again.
Her chest heaved as she watched him masturbate, his hand going up and down in a twisting motion. His chest moved more rapidly too, his light eye almost matching the other with his pupil blown wide, his hips jerking in the natural motion of sex.
“Say my name,” he ordered her, and she suddenly blinked.
“I don’t know your name.” It was so ridiculous after everything they'd been through.
His hands paused on her words, their gazes locked as she held her breath.
“Dainn.”
Dainn. Dainn Blackthorne.
She knew his name.
She remembered something he had told her once. “That’s the name you got in the orphanage you were in?”
She could tell he was pleased that she remembered.
“Yes.” His hand began to move again. “The old caretaker named me after death, so I gave it to him.”
An exhale left her. Dainn.Death. Fitting too.
“Dainn.”
A low sound, almost a growl, left him. The reaction sent a thrill down her body, merging with the heat, heightening it to another degree.
“Dainn,” she said again, her voice breathy, remembering the effect he said her voice had on him. Boosted with a sudden sense of power, she spread her legs a bit wider. “Can you taste me on your tongue, Dainn?”
His breaths got choppier, his hand almost pulling his cock angrily now, veins in his neck beginning to bulge. Never, she had never seen a man more powerful and more wild at the same time, and the sight of him like this, knowing she was getting sides of him he didn’t show everyone, made her headier.
A gush of wetness left her, all her senses aroused and teased to a pinnacle. She gripped the counter at her side to keep her hands in place, knowing he would stop if she touched herself. She couldn’t bear it, not for too long. She hadn’t felt pleasure in so long. “Dainn, please.”
Within seconds, with another low sound, he came, strings of his cum washed in the shower and going down the drain. She watched it all, wanting to touch her own breasts, to push two fingers inside herself so badly she shook with it, the wet spot on her shorts getting wetter.
Moments later, once he caught his breath, his eyes flashed open and found hers. Like a jungle cat, sleek and deadly, he took a towel and wrapped it around his waist, coming toward her.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
She nodded vigorously.
