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The mixed sensation of his finger and his mouth pushed me further and further to the edge. When a second finger joined the first, stretching me to the point of pain, I whined with pleasure.
“Yes, bella, that’s it.”
He reached up to pinch my nipple. I hadn’t realized they were aching until he offered me the relief. I groaned.
“You like it rough, little one,” he murmured. Awe, and something like a smile, filled his voice.
“I had no idea,” I panted.
His fingers pumped into me with a deliberate fever.
Santa Caterina, it was incredible! I didn’t know such pleasure existed. That a man could offer it to a woman while taking noneof it for himself. Every tingle, every pulse, was an offering from this beast in the dark.
As his hand palmed my breast, as his other stroked inside me, and while his mouth devoured my pussy, waves of intense heat built from my core until I was unable to stop them.
They swept over me, pushing me to the edge of sanity. I writhed under him, chasing the sweet release. It was right there, just within my grasp. My body tightened.
I gasped loudly.
His teeth scraped over my clit, biting me just enough to have me seeing stars!
“Jaxon!” I moaned.
He froze.
It stopped.
My body pulsed, still racing on that higher plane of existence, but my mind scrambled to make sense of what was happening. As the pleasure ebbed, lowering my senses from that high, enough blood rushed to my head to realize I lost the game.
My hands were tangled in his hair, pulling the long golden strands from the binder.
“Oh, shit,” I breathed.
Jaxon lifted his head. His glittering eyes bore into me. For the first time in our short acquaintance, the beast smiled. A real, uninhibited smile, filled with triumph and something darker.
Chapter 20 – Isabella
I scrambled back on the bed. “Don’t you dare!”
Jaxon prowled forward. “Isabella.”
His tongue drew out my name in a long, lazy drawl. The beast was freakingenjoyingthis! Panic set in as he snatched my waist.
I kicked and writhed.
He pulled me against his body, bent his head low, and captured my mouth in a searing kiss. I tasted myself on him—and it wasn’t weird. Primal, yes. Erotic, absolutely. He kissed me hard until I softened a fraction in his arms.
When he pulled back, his voice was rough with need.
“You need to know that I’ll never hurt you, beautiful,” he growled.
I gulped.
“You do know that, don’t you?”
His voice was an insistent plea. A desperate call, urging me to acknowledge what I already knew deep in my soul.
“You will never hurt me,” I promised.
