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My jaw clenched. The expression on her face was priceless, and I tried to remember if I’d seen any woman more beautiful. I pinned her hands down over her head, careful not to hurt her but hard enough to let her know I wasn’t about to go slower. I pulled out, dove back in, and she heaved.
Panting, her fingers curled over my wrist, and she jerked her hips forward to accommodate my full length. I slid deeper, getting lost in her warmth. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, the dimple on her cheek, and the tip of her nose.
Our pace quickened, breathing grew rash in perfect sync, and I brushed a kiss on her neck, moving my hips more aggressively. Her breasts danced, and I took a nipple in my mouth, groaning when I heard her moan.
“Do you like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Want me to go deeper?”
“Yes.”
Our eyes met. “Say it.”
My hips bucked, and she cried, her breath short, “I want you to go deeper.”
I was panting now like a beast in heat, getting held up in a dizzying suspension, like the one only people in parachutes experienced. I drove myself into her harder, and she whined with good pleasure, a signal that she was almost there.
I pushed her knees up higher. We were so close; I felt the knot at the root of my cock loosening. And I was slipping fast.
My undoing was when she brought her lips to mine and exchanged a tender kiss.
With a growl, I pulled out in the nick of time, came on her stomach, wiped off the sticky muck pooled around her navel, and watched her sleep.
****
The morning came rather quickly.
I moved my arm, adjusting to have a better view of the woman sleeping in my bed.
She was a sight to behold, even at rest. Her long brown hair spilled across the pillow like a dark waterfall, and her face...her face was a work of art. Soft, delicate, and vulnerable.
Even her small snores and parted lips looked cute.
But I wasn't a man who got caught up in vulnerability. I took what I wanted and fought for what I needed. And it was amusing how I suddenly felt like I couldn't do without having her whenever I wanted.
She was right; I'd brought her into my world, recklessly put her in the midst of darkness and danger. And yet, in this moment, she looked like an angel, unblemished by the brutality that surrounded me. I felt a pang in my chest, something I couldn't quite explain. It wasn't weakness; no, I didn't do weakness.
I pushed the thought aside, my eyes narrowing as I took in the sight of her. She was mine now—mine to protect, mine to possess.
For a moment, I just lay there, watching her sleep. I traced the curve of her lips and ran my fingers through her hair, and she stirred.
A gentle sigh escaped her lips, and her eyelids fluttered. Her arms stretched above her head, and she didn't give the sheets a chance to slip lower below her breasts.
She gripped them close and blushed when she greeted me. “Good morning.”
Her bedhead, radiant skin, and dimple made her even sexier, and I wanted her again.
“Morning.” I leaned forward and kissed her temple. She turned scarlet. “Sleep well?”
“Look,” she blurted out, her cheeks reddening further, “I'm sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me. I should have—"
“Don't,” I cut off. “No apologies. Last night was intentional, onbothends. You're mine now, Freya. You belong to me. And I'm not going to hurt youunlessyou try something stupid to contradict me.”
Her face filtered through many quizzical expressions, and she finally sobered, like she'd settled on one thought.
“And what if I do? What will you do?”
