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His command was not to be denied. I was basking in the glow of hunger, no longer thinking or processing what I was doing. He was my captor. How could I want this?
But I did.
More than anything.
Lust.
Hunger.
Need.
All the emotions of the last few days rolled together, wrapping me in a warm cocoon that no one would ever be able to understand.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he lowered his trousers over his hips, stepping out of them and exposing every inch of his massive glory. After throwing my sweater to the side, he advanced, cupping both breasts and squeezing.
“You didn’t let me finish,” I breathed through the slice of pain, closing my eyes as he pinched my nipples, twisting them until I cried out.
“I was too hungry,” he muttered, dropping his head and forcing my back into a deep arc.
I smashed my hands on his arms, digging my fingers in to keep from falling. As he engulfed one nipple, pulling the tender bud between his teeth, I issued a series of moans, blinking furiously as I stared up at the wooden beams on the ceiling.
Every sound he made ignited another fire and as he shifted to my other nipple, biting down, all I could do was tremble. He knew he had utter control over me and tonight was about breaking down what was left of my defenses, making me his. He swirled his tongue in lazy circles before sucking, keeping his sounds exaggerated.
When he finally returned me to a standing position, I was lightheaded, every object in front of me fuzzy. He held me by the back of the neck, tickling my skin as he brushed one finger after the other toward my jeans. His breathing was as ragged as mine, our combined needs ready to explode. He kept our foreheads together, growling every few seconds as I dug my fingers into the skin on his arm.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand,” he said, half laughing as he pulled his head away.
“Here? Now?”
“Not soft enough for you, sweetheart?” His look remained carnal as he backed away, taking a few seconds to rip off his pants then moving to several stacked bales of hay, yanking one into his hands. His eyes never leaving me, he yanked on the rope, breaking it apart with his strong fingers then tossing the dense strands across the floor.
Then he cocked his head, narrowed his eyes until they were hooded, beckoning me with a single finger.
He didn’t need to say anything. I could tell he was losing his patience, his needs spiraling out of control. Yet I hungered to tease him, to let go in an entirely different way. I spun around, unzipping my jeans, taking my time easing the dense material over my hips. I could hear his heavy breathing, the slight snarl located just underneath his husky tone. The deep vibe of his voice had always sent tremors through me.
Tonight it allowed bottle rockets to explode.
Every part of me quivered as I shifted my hips back and forth, tossing my head over my shoulder not once but twice before lowering my jeans to the floor. There was no denying the effect his presence had on me, the overwhelming need that kept every rational thought from forming. He hadn’t made a single sound when he’d moved several feet in my direction, but when he wrapped his hand around my long strands, holding my hair in place as he rubbed my back with a single finger, I could no longer feel my legs.
“One thing you should never forget,” he said under his breath. “No matter what happens. You will always belong to me. There isn’t a place I won’t find you. There isn’t a chance you won’t be mine.” When he whisked me into his arms, pulling me down with him on the bed of hay, I was thrown into a different realm.
Nothing else mattered at that point, just the two of us, our combined needs off the charts.
Constantine rolled me over onto my back, pressing my arms down, hovering over me like an expectant jaguar. His eyes were barely recognizable, his chest rising and falling as he crushed me with his weight. We remained locked in a moment and as I wrapped my leg around his, pulling him even closer, I could sense one of the many shields he had was slowly fading away, allowing the man who’d suffered so much to break the surface.
As he brushed his lips across mine, grinding his hips against me, I felt freer than I had my entire life. How could someone so savage manage to break down all my defenses? He kissed my mouth then rolled his lips from one side of my jaw to the other, nuzzling against my neck before licking around my pulse of life. When he bit down, I struggled in his hold, the fire in my belly threatening to consume me.
“Don’t tease me,” I whispered, only to be met by his dark chuckle, his hot breath tickling my ear.
“I will do what I want, my bad girl.” His voice was breathless, and as he shifted his body against mine, his cock slipping between my legs, juice trickled from my aching pussy. He shifted my arms, wrapping one hand around my wrists, holding me in place as he rolled his knuckles down my side, taking his time as he brushed them along my hipbone to my thigh. “So wet. So hot.”
“Yes.”
Using his knee, he pressed my legs apart before sliding his hand between them as he’d done before. As he swirled his finger around my clit, a smirk crossed his face. He knew what he was doing to me, pushing my boundaries as I’d pushed his in other ways. I wiggled under him, every scent accentuated, every heartbeat as if my body was gasping for air. I tried to pivot my hips, but he refused to allow me, pressing the heel of his hand against my slickened mound.
“Perhaps you need that spanking now.”
“No,” I exclaimed. “Just your cock.”
