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“That’s a given,” he growled.
“Might as well go for broke. ” She shrugged then. “What’s a few ropes into the bargain?”
“Let’s go. ” He gripped her arm, his hand wrapping around hers like the gentlest vise as he pulled her to
the motorcycle. “Payback time, baby. Let’s see how you like a different kind of throb between your thighs. ”
Chapter Nineteen
Unfortunately, she climaxed on the ride back to the cabin. Amanda was begging at that point, because the release did nothing to ease her, it only made her hotter. She knew what her body wanted. Knew what it craved.
“Kiowa, please…” she cried out as he pulled her from the cycle and forced her to walk to the cabin door.
Every jarring motion to her body was torturous pleasure. Her nerves were rioting, screaming out for his touch, his kiss, begging for ease. As the door slammed behind him, he turned, pushed her against it and slammed his lips to hers.
Yes. Her mouth opened for his tongue before closing on it, drawing it, groaning at the heady taste that filled her senses and the pleasure that stormed her body. She arched to him, rubbing against his heat and strength as his hands buried in her hair, holding her still for the kiss that locked them together. Her hands weren’t still. She had waited too long, the throb of the powercycle between her legs had been like throwing gas to a bonfire. She was burning out of control. Buttons popped from his shirt, if she wasn’t mistaken material tore as she fought to get to bare male flesh. All the while, his tongue was pumping into her mouth, his heated growl stroking her senses as his thumb moved to caress the wound at her neck. She cried out into the kiss, as the subtle stroking motion of his thumb sent riotous fire streaking through her.
His jeans were next. Her hands slid down his heaving chest, his taut abdomen, until she could jerk at the snap at the waistband of his jeans. Nothing mattered but touching him, being filled by him.
“Not yet, you little witch,” he snarled as he caught her hands, jerking them above her head and anchoring them with one of his big hands.
She opened her eyes languorously, staring back at him in drowsy passion as she licked the taste of him from her lips.
“Are you going to spank me?” She couldn’t get the thought of it out her head. A wicked smile tilted his lips as he watched her with dark lust.
“I should tie you down and let you suffer,” he retorted. “Let you see the agony coming, Amanda, if you actually manage to leave me. That would serve you right. ”
“You’re killing me, Kiowa. ” She strained toward him. “Threaten me later, fuck me now. ”
He growled, a low warning sound that had chills of pleasure racing up her spine.
“You’re pushing your luck. ”
“Then spank me and show me the error of my ways. ” She rubbed her breasts across his bared chest, gasping at the sweet pleasure of her shirt rasping the sensitive little nubs. His hand tightened on her wrists as the other hand moved from her head to the front of her shirt. A second later the sound of material rending nearly had her climaxing. Who knew it could be that sexy, having the clothes torn from her body in such a way?
“Kick off your shoes. ” His voice was a hard, warning hiss of lust and danger. His black eyes were gleaming with hunger, his cheeks flushed with it, lips kiss-swollen and heavy with sensuality.
Amanda kicked her shoes off slowly, using her toes to nudge the footwear off before kicking it away. The smell of sex, sweet and heavy, filled the air. Her arousal, his, they mingled to create a scent addictive and overpowering to the senses.
His free hand went to her jeans then, pulling apart the snap before jerking the zipper down. His hand pushed into the opened flap as a ragged groan tore from her lips. His fingers slid between her thighs, two moving through her slit to tease the entrance to her pussy.
“You’re so wet you’re about to soak those jeans. ” He leaned forward, his lips settling on the wound at her neck before his tongue licked over it.
“Kiowa. This is cruel,” she whimpered as she strained against him, desperate for a deeper, harder touch.
“You’ll learn not to disobey me, Amanda. ” He sounded stern, dominant. A rush of juices flooded his fingers as she gasped at the pleasure his voice brought, the thrill of defying him and enduring his punishment.
A breath of mocking laughter sounded at her ear. “You think the pleasure will compensate for the punishment,” he asked her softly, his teeth tugging at her earlobe. “That a Breed male doesn’t understand how to make his woman submit, Manda? Do you think nature didn’t allow for such female stubbornness?”
She bit her lip, shuddering in his grip then. She was straining in excitement, her oversensitive body so aroused she knew it would take very little to send her careening over the edge. His hand slid back, his fingers caressing from the entrance of her vagina to the straining nub of her clitoris but never giving her enough for satisfaction. Before she could guess his intentions he released her wrists, only to pick her up and carry her to the sofa.
Moving faster than she, with her dazed senses could struggle, he had her jeans stripped from her body before flipping her over his lap.
“Kiowa. ” She howled his name when his hand landed on the upraised cheeks of her ass. It burned with a fire that shot straight to her pussy.
His hand landed again on the other cheek a second before his fingers dipped between her thighs, spearing through the thick juices that lay on her cunt and spreading them back.
“There. ” His voice was hard, thick with hunger as he massaged the delicate opening to her anus a second before the third slap was delivered.
