CH 111
His voice is so deep and dark that I can't help but obey, his fingers and tongue working in concert to rip the orgasm from my body.
I collapse onto the floor of this obscenely decadent bungalow, feeling like I've run a marathon. My muscles are loose and relaxed, and all the tension has leached out of my body.
"Wake."
"Right here, love." He climbs over me, his hard body caging me in.
I run a hand over the hard ridge of his erection. "Now this."
He groans, but catches my wrist, bringing my hand up so he can place a kiss on my palm. "Patience, mate. There's something I want to do first."
Before I can ask, he kisses me.
I taste myself on his tongue and groan. He swallows the sound, deepening the kiss, and the world fades away.
When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are dark with lust, but also soft with the affection he so rarely puts into words. "Turn over."
I roll onto my stomach and stretch, enjoying the way his gaze is glued to the play of my muscles under my skin. When I don't move fast enough, he nudges my legs apart and climbs over me, his larger body pressing down on mine in a way that is equal parts comforting and arousing.
I sigh and let my head drop to the blanket. "That's nice."
"Nice." He huffs out a breath, and his teeth close lightly on my shoulder.
Not enough to break the skin, not enough to hurt, just enough that I can feel the edge of danger, a reminder that the man currently kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear is a predator. But I also happen to be his perfect prey.
"Harder," I demand through gritted teeth. I'm playing with fire. It isn't often that Wake shows his gentler side, and here I am stocking the beast within, coaxing out the monster that seduced me, claimed me body and soul.
And just like I knew he would, Wake responds in kind.
He wraps a big hand around my throat and tightens, just a bit. Just enough. His lips caress my ear, his breath warm and seductive as he murmurs, "Does my mate wish to play?"
Oh yes, that's exactly what I wanted, what I've been aching for since I woke up to find him watching me with those intense, black eyes. "Yes, please."
Wake doesn't give me time to prepare, and why would he?
He bites down on my earlobe, the bite a flash of pain, followed by pleasure as he soothes the sting with his tongue. His teeth scrape against the shell of my ear. "You will not come again. Not until I allow it."
He nips his way down my neck and then uses his grip on my throat to force me forward, onto my hands and knees. I'm so caught up in the sensations that he's created that I don't realize his intent until he's sliding into me, hard and hot and stretching me until I cry out.
He doesn't pause, doesn't give me time to adjust. Instead, he begins moving, thrusting in and out in a way that's designed to make me feel every inch of him.
Wake fucks me like he fights, with ruthless focus. He's so much larger than me, and the power inherent in his large body is intoxicating. The hand on my hip tightens, and I know I'll have bruises there tomorrow.
I'm so close, I can taste it. All it would take is one brush of his thumb against my clit and I'd be done for. I'm shaking with the effort of not coming, and still, I'm begging, "Please, please, please..."
"Who do you belong to?"
"You. Always you."
"Damn straight."
His thumb slides over my clit.
That's all it takes. The orgasm hits hard and fast, sending me over the edge. I don't try to fight it. I'm too weak from the previous climaxes. My body convulses, and Wake holds me in place as he thrusts once, twice more, and then stiffens, his cock throbbing as he finds his own release.
I can't hold myself up any longer, and I slump to the ground, my muscles trembling.
He goes with me, keeping us connected as he spoons me. We stay there until the sun disappears, catching our breath.
"Wake?" I say.
"Yes, mate."
A slow smile creeps across my lips. "You were right. I did need to relax.”
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