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Expecting her to blow up at me, I’m taken aback when tears well on her lashes. “You mean that?”
A painful twinge behind my breastbone takes me by surprise. “Are you so disappointed?”
“No, I’m not disappointed!” The tears brim and spill down her cheeks. “I, I’m just . . .”
“Sad?” I provide flatly.Why did I think she’d be pleased?
A hysterical little laugh rattles out of her throat. “Sad? No, Luka, I’m so very grateful.”
Oh.
Well, grateful is not happy, but it’s miles away from disappointed or sad, so I guess I’ll take it. I take it until she begins to scrabble at the buckles of her leather vest. “What are you doing?”
“I know you said you don’t want me like that,” she says, giving a hard, frustrated tug at the new leather which is stiff and uncooperative. “But surely there’s something I can do for you . . . maybe if you close your eyes and imagine . . .” She abruptly stills and lifts her chin to show me the most tortured expression I’ve ever witnessed. “Unless you already have someone? Of your own choosing?”
She looks positively ill, which perversely eases some of the conflict raging in me. I even consider letting her believe that I really do have someone. But I think that may actually crush her. She’s such a paradox, my little raven. So strong one moment, so vulnerable the next. I gently move her hands and undo the buckles myself.
“Luka,” she whispers. “I didn’t realize –”
“I don’t have a woman.”
She sniffles, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand before I push the vest off her shoulders. “You don’t?” Her voice is heartbreakingly small.
“No, I don’t.” I get her to stand and I pull the dress over her head.
“Maybe after I’ve eaten some more meals?”
What is she on about?I’m more interested in the desire that’s re-seeping into my bones. And the need to take care of her. Because she’s small and lovely and mine. I crouch down to unlace her boots and toss them aside.
“Maybe,” she hesitates, “maybe I’ll be more agreeable to you then?”
I get her shirt up and over her head, and she immediately clasps her hands together against her chest, effectively hiding the scars on her ribs and her breasts.
“Agreeable?” I ask, dousing the word with skepticism as I go to work on her soft leggings, reveling in the lingering smell of sex on her skin. When she’s naked in front of me, I take hold of her throat and force her chin up with my wrist. “You think you are notagreeableto me?”
She keeps quiet, but the gold of her eyes begins to recede with her arousal. She loves my hand on her throat, and frankly, so do I. “I asked you a question.” I give her a gentle shake. When she remains mum, I use my free hand to slowly pry one of her arms away from her body and bring it to my groin.
“Does that not feel agreeable to you?”
I use her little hand to follow the thickening length along my thigh. Up and down, our fingers intertwined, I make her stroke me. “This is how fucking hard you make me, little raven.” I apply some pressure and I almost moan. Damn it all, after everything that’s happened tonight, I need to come like I need air in my lungs. “Now, don’t move.”
Releasing first her neck and then, more reluctantly, her hand, I set about divesting myself of every stitch of clothing. She re-covers her chest, but she’s too busy watching my skin be revealed to notice my disapproval. Once I’m buck naked though, my disapproval morphs into satisfaction when her lips part at the sight of my heavy, bobbing cock. To her credit, she reaches for it without hesitation.
But I’m quick to put a stop to that. Grabbing her by the throat once again, I push her away to arm’s length, bowing her back against the bed. “No. You’ll keep your hands to yourself. In fact, you’ll lace them behind your head.”
Her eyes go wide, seeming to assess my words and then her options. She’ll soon realize she has none when she’s with me. Waiting for her to obey, I take myself in hand. Fuck, am I hard. A situation that’s not made any easier as she surrenders to my request and her hands meet at the back of her neck.
“Good. Now I can get a proper look at what’s mine.”
With her throat still in my grip, I let go of myself to touch her pillow-soft mouth. “These lips are mine,” I say, slipping a finger between them, my lids drooping as she sucks on it. “That’s a good girl, let me feel that tongue.”
Moving on, I trail the wet finger down to caress the small swell of a breast. “This is mine,” I tell her as I gently pinch a luscious, dark nipple, making her shudder. “And so are these scars.” Ignoring the way she tenses, I drag my fingers along the ruined flesh on her left side. “They say a lot, little raven. How much of a survivor you are, how strongminded, how brave. They’re mine and I can’t wait to feel them under my tongue.”
My hand drops further down. “Andthisis definitely mine.” I slide my fingers into the triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs and tug, causing her to take a sharp breath. Letting go, I caress over her hip and down the back of her thigh to carefully lift her injured leg, placing her foot above my knee, opening her up to me. “Every last inch of this cunt is mine. Do you hear me?” She gasps as I use my fingers to spread her open, exposing her juicy little clit. “I’m almost tempted to make you come again,” I taunt, letting a finger graze her sensitive flesh.
“Luka,” she murmurs weakly.
“But no. This is about how agreeable you are tome.”I punctuate the word with a squeeze to her neck before I lean into her ear. “I want you watching as I come all over you.”
