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Well, that did it. The full laugh escaped now. “Oh, yeah. Of course. Because that makes sense…not one fucking bit.”
He pushed in harder. My hips could no longer move. Secured his hands around my waist, digging into my skin—readily accepting my challenge, as if that were his purpose all along. “I should not discipline you for interceding with my brother?”
My teeth grinded. His grip hurt, pissing me off—but one second of reengaging his gaze, and I knew that was part of the plan too.
Well.
Two could play this game.
And would enjoy the hell out of it too.
I scraped my hand from his chest to his neck, twisting my fingers into the ends of his hair—then pulling brutally. “And I shouldn’t discipline you for interceding with my mother?”
My retort was backed by his long hiss. He tore free from my grip, his head snapping forward, bumping his nose to mine. Within a second, he snapped a hand to my scalp too, locking me in place, forcing my lips to accept the fierce, wet plunge of his mouth.
I opened for him at once.
It was heaven.
I whimpered, digging my hands into his thick, silken strands again, tearing and tangling and hurting him just as he sliced new daggers of pain through me. My heartbeat sped. My senses opened. I was an addict given a taste of my own special crack, and he was my incredible, beautiful supplier.
And I wanted more.
Of all of it.
Of him.
“No,” he finally grated. “No way. You have dealt your punishment already.”
I torqued my hold tighter. “What the hell?”
“Seeing you, back there in the glade…even having to get through one damn minute of not touching you, kissing you…” He gritted his teeth harder. They were blinding white past the contrast of his burnished lips. “It was like being flogged. Having my flesh torn open, then being unable to do anything about it.”
Hard gulp—to fight the new sprint of my heart. “You’re a melodramatic dork,” I managed to choke, yanking him for a new, slamming kiss. “But there’d better be more where that came from.”
His lips kicked up, making him too resplendent to resist for another kiss—only this one lasted longer and twirled deeper, our tongues unable to get enough of each other’s, our heat and lust crushing and crashing until we fell to the ground in a pile of panting breaths and groping hands. A huge pile of downed palm fronds formed an impromptu bed, granting me my wish in a primitive kind of way. A perfect kind of way—especially if his next words were what I hoped they’d be.
Sure enough, after releasing me with a sharp jerk, he locked his hard gaze to mine. Issued in a deep snarl, “You shall take your punishment in whatever way I want to give it, woman.”
I wet my lips before rasping back, “Y-yes, Master.”
Please, Master.
We’d landed at a funny diagonal, letting us both get at least one hand at the bare skin of the other. During another fierce kiss, I clawed at his back as he slid a hand up and over my bra, pinching my nipple hard through my bra—though he shoved even that aside, making me moan harder as he tugged at my bare tip with his knowing fingers.
“Oh my God.” It spilled out atop a gasp, heavy with desire and thick with surrender. His answering groan was an equal turn-on—doubled as he flattened me fully to the ground, grinding his body against the apex of mine once more. Just as violently, he reclaimed my mouth again. Invaded me with force that stole my breath, seized my heart, dominated my body…
Made all my fantasies come true.
In return, I scored him deeper with my nails. Opened myself to the beautiful brutality of his passion—and gave back as good as I got. I buried my other hand back in his hair, pulling tighter at the luxurious lengths, even as I snarled into his throat and bit into his lip. He hissed, pulling back, stabbing me with his stare as he ran his tongue gingerly over the nick.
His brows knitted.
As his cock grew.
Before he dropped back onto me, impaling me deeper with his tongue, making me taste the metal of his blood, the heat of his passion, the force of his need. I groaned and writhed, hooking my ankles behind the perfect globes of his ass, notching the center of his body to the center of mine, knowing neither of us could last long like this—but also realizing I couldn’t let him stroll back out the beach with a massive spot at the front of his pants. Crista, still recovering in the Palais infirmary, wouldn’t be at our rescue with a change of clothes this time.
But holy shit, how I wanted to careen into nothingness with him. My lungs pumped. My blood sizzled. My pussy throbbed in time to the frantic race of my heart. I burned. Needed. Craved. The point of no return approached fast, like a broken bridge in front of a speeding train…
