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"Yes."
Chapter Four
Sage
Trinity Larsen is trying to kill me, I'm certain of it. She writhes around on the chaise, pouting at the camera…turning my dick to steel. Every shot is better than the last. She's a little temptress, her confidence unshakable now that she's not worried about fucking up or being deemed unprofessional for wanting me. I've never been more turned on, or more satisfied in my life.
I already know these photos won't be going to Le CRV. I don't want anyone seeing her like this. She's on fire, burning hot enough to melt the lens of my camera. Keeping my hands to myself is taking every ounce of self-control I possess. Sweat trickles between my shoulder blades as I stalk around her, capturing every move she makes.
This is the Trinity I wanted to capture, the woman she is underneath. My girl is equal parts shy little lamb and wicked temptress. Both are evident in every move she makes. She rolls to her stomach, lifting her ass into the air. A playful smile dances across her lips as she tosses her head back. Her cheeks are flushed, the pulse in her throat thrumming. I don't think she even realizes how fucking beautiful she is right now. Or how close to breaking I am.
Neither of us has spoken for the last hour. I don't need to direct her. She's in charge here. I'm just capturing what she gives me. She really is a natural at this. I'm not going to lie though… I'm a little relieved she prefers the business side of things. Sharing her with the world is less and less appealing every time I look at her. I've never been greedy, but I want to keep this woman all to myself.
One day, she's going to pose nude for me. No one else will ever see those photos either. They'll be my personal collection, for my eyes only. I'll cover the walls of my bedroom in them, so everywhere I look, I see her. Her full breasts and round ass. The pale skin of her thighs. The deep curve of her waist. That seductive smile.
Why the fuck did I ask for one night? It's not nearly long enough. I want forever.
If I can't convince her that she wants the same by the time morning comes, I'm fucked. She's flying back to Los Angeles tomorrow, where she'll be surrounded by men who can give her the world. That's a problem for me because she had my heart in her hands before I ever met her. Her sweet fumbling earlier only confirmed that it was hers. She was so damn worried I'd be upset that she was thinking dirty shit about me, completely clueless that I've been hard all day, trying like hell not to make her uncomfortable or cross a line.
That ship sailed as soon as she confirmed that she feels the same way. She's mine now. Before she leaves this room tomorrow, she'll be wearing my marks in her skin, dripping my cum from her little holes. I'll do whatever I have to do to convince her that this isn't a one-night type of deal.
"Enough," I rasp, unable to take anymore when she arches her back, putting that round ass high in the air. I toss the camera onto the bed, equal parts turned on and frustrated. "You're trying to break me, aren't you?"
"No." She bites her lip and then giggles a little. "Maybe."
I growl at her, which makes her laugh again. That sound is already my favorite. It's so damn innocent and refreshing. How she's survived in this world for so long without losing that artlessness, I don't know. But I want to drop to my knees and thank God for it. There's nothing hardened or cynical about her. She isn't jaded or spoiled. She's the sweetest little lamb.
I stalk toward her across the room, practically panting from exertion.
She rolls onto her back, her long hair spilling over the side of the chaise. It's so long it nearly sweeps the floor. She's a dirty version of Rapunzel locked up tight in her tower. Only I'm not a prince, and I'm not climbing her hair to reach her. I'll have that wrapped around my fist while I'm fucking her from behind.
"Did you get any good shots?" she asks.
I grunt in response, drawing to a stop beside her. From this vantage point, I can see the line of freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose. I can also see the way her body trembles faintly and she rubs her thighs together, searching for friction to ease the ache between them. Teasing me made her horny.
"Come here and I'll show you," I say, holding out a hand to her.
She hesitates for a split second before taking my hand and allowing me to pull her up from the chaise. Her warm body collides with mine, soft meeting hard, yielding to it.
"You enjoy teasing me," I say, plunging my hand into her hair to tip her head back until she's staring up at me. She moans quietly, though I'm not sure if it's because she enjoys the submissive position or if it's because she enjoys teasing me. Both, maybe.
"Yes," she says, her gaze flitting across my face. She isn't nervous now. In fact, she looks entirely too pleased with herself. She likes knowing she can rile me up, get me heated. That's all right. Just so long as she knows she'll be paying for it. Whenever she's feeling like a little minx, I'll let her play. She can torture me all she wants. Because when she's done, it's my turn. Only, I won't tease her from across the room. When she breaks for me, it'll be with me all over her.
"You ready to pay the price, lamb?" I ask, tugging her head back further. My free hand skims down her back and onto her ass. I squeeze one plump cheek in my hand, earning another soft moan from her.
"What…" She licks her lips. "What's the price?"
"A kiss."
"Just one?" Her hands settle on my shoulders, slide down, and then back up as she feels the muscles bunch beneath her palms. Her pupils dilate, letting me know she likes my body. Thank God for that. Unlike her, I'm not soft or sweet or beautiful. I'm not a model, and my body is far from perfect. But it'll bring her more pleasure than she'll be able to handle. I'll make sure of that.
"To start," I murmur, dipping my head until our lips are a breath apart. I hover there, waiting for her to take it further, to kiss me. I don't want her feeling like she has no say here. If this isn't what she wants, I won't push her. I won't be one of those shady motherfuckers who takes what isn't willingly given. She has the power here, and I want her to know that. "You can tell me no."
"I know," she whispers, leaning forward. "But I don't want to tell you no, Sage." Her mouth brushes mine. Her lips are soft, her breath warm and sweet.
I growl like a starving animal, my entire body vibrating with the sound. I take control then, flicking my tongue against the seam of her lips until she opens for me. As soon as she does, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, demanding more. I want everything she has, want to possess every part of her. She moans when I slide my tongue against hers, stroking it.
Her hands dig into my shoulder as she breathes a whimper into my mouth. I steal it from her, taking it deep into my lungs and holding it there. My hand in her hair tightens, angling her head so I can get deeper, kiss her harder. An inferno rages to life between us, powerful and bright. She feels it too. She whines my name, wrapping her body around me.
