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“Yes, you did. You need to forgive yourself and your friends. If you don’t, the shadow of the past will eventually strip you of the will to live. And I need you. I want you. I’m not certain I can live without you.”

His gaze remained pointed, his eyes piercing mine as he lifted his hand from the water, flexing his fingers open then rolling the tips down my face, taking his time as if needing to study my facial features. The look in his dark eyes was haunting, yet in them I noticed forgiveness for himself, replaced with an impassioned desire that quickly turned animalistic. When the corners of his mouth turned up, a shiver coursed through me.

Then he wrapped his hand around my hair, ripping back my head until I was forced into a deep arc. He issued several guttural sounds before dropping his head. I anticipated his hot mouth wrapped around my nipple. Instead, he tenderly slid his tongue up and down the scars on my stomach, the ones the monster had created over a year before. He was so gentle, taking his time to trace every line.

And in that moment, I was frozen in time, unable to keep from whimpering from his actions. It was as if he was exorcising the evil, ridding me of the worst moments of my life. In doing so, he was replacing the wretched memories with beautiful ones, a moment of sheer passion and joy.

That’s when the tears couldn’t seem to stop flowing.

When he released his hold on my hair, he eased his hand to the back of my head, pulling me as close to him as possible. “You’ll never need to feel unsafe again,” he stated. When he lifted my hips, guiding the tip of his cock to my pussy, I couldn’t stop shaking.

As his cockhead slipped past my swollen folds, another tremor skipped through me. The second I started to close my eyes, he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck. “Look at me, baby. Don’t stop. I want to see your eyes as I fuck you.” As he wiped the tears from my eyes, I was breathless, the volley of emotions overwhelming.

He pulled me all the way down, my muscles slowly expanding, the sheer pleasure rushing into my system sweeter than before. I couldn’t stop shaking even in the sauna-like steam from the bath. As it continued filling the tub, every movement swished water over the edge. When I reached around him, crushing my breasts against his chest, he issued a low, dangerously husky growl.

The move drove his cock even deeper, the sensations rocketing through me breathtaking. I managed to turn the water off after two attempts, raking my nails down his back.

“God, woman, if I could keep my cock buried inside of you, I would.” He rolled his hand up and down my spine before gripping my hip, digging his fingers into my skin. As he pulled me up and down, my heart raced.

I couldn’t help but laugh nervously as he sloshed water onto the floor. He was such a powerful man, his needs requiring satisfaction.

He never blinked, never took his eyes off mine as he lifted his hips, powering inside of me. I’d never felt so wanted or cared for in my life, the ache I’d felt for so long finally floating away, replaced by even more need than before.

Somehow, he’d become my everything.

As the pleasure turned into rapture, I started bucking against him, gripping his shoulder with one hand as I rode him hard. Every sound we both made was one of combined ecstasy, our hunger spinning out of control, water splashing everywhere as beads of perspiration trickled down both sides of my face.

“I want you to come for me, baby,” he muttered as he nuzzled into my neck, nipping my earlobe then sliding the tip of his tongue around the shell of my ear.

My core was like lava, so hot that I was fearful I’d explode into flames. With a single touch he could rattle my world, keeping my pussy aching and my nipples hard as diamonds. And he knew it too. He was fully aware of exactly what he did to me, driving me to the point of becoming a very naughty girl.

My bottom still ached, the hot water not doing it any favors, but as a climax tickled my toes, slowly creeping along the insides of my legs, nothing else mattered. I was still lightheaded, my mind a complete blur. Then the orgasm jetted from my core into every cell, and I threw my head back and screamed.

“Yes. Yes…”

He lifted his hips, slamming into me hard and fast, pushing me to the point of losing all control. As the single climax morphed into a beautiful yet wild wave of pleasure, I lost all ability to speak, my vision cloudier than it had ever been. The level of ecstasy was profound, our connection one that could never be broken.

“Oh, God,” I finally managed as the throes of rapture finally started to subside. I was weak, my muscles like Jell-O. He pulled me against his chest, pressing his palm into my back.

I tried to take deep breaths, but my chest was tight, enough so my mouth and throat were dry.

“You know I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispered, the words echoing in my ears.

“Mmm… Good.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised when he pulled me off his lap, turning me around then shifting me onto all fours. There was something dirty and oh-so provocative about being positioned this way in the middle of the tub, with at least a dozen lit candles the only light in the room.

As he rubbed his fingers down my spine, I couldn’t seem to stop shaking. Not from the cold and certainly not from anxiety. I was tingling all over because it was finally as if we were as one, longing to share every minute together.

Snake caressed my bottom, chuckling darkly before slipping his fingers into my swollen pussy, pumping several times. “I can’t wait to be inside your tight little asshole.” He didn’t wait for long, shifting his long fingers to my dark hole. As he pressed first one then two more inside, the briefest hint of pain shifted into another vibration of pleasure.

I shuddered all over again, taking raspy breaths. When he passed the tight ring of muscle, I threw my head back, laughing at the way the stars from my eyes floated across the ceiling. Or maybe it was the flicker of flames.

“God. You’re so tight. So freaking tight.” His voice remained muffled, full of ravaging testosterone and when he thrust the last few inches inside, I’d never felt so full in my life.

“Yes, fuck me. Just fuck me.”

“I will every day, my bratty girl.” He smacked me once on the butt before pulling out, driving into me again. And again. The feel of his cock swelling, filling me completely sent another jolt of electricity all the way to my toes.

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