Page 49 of Winter’s Fire

The irony didn’t escape him. Lucy had unknowingly restored his heart, only for him to give it back to her a thousand times over.

Would she accept it, and somewhere along the way, could he win hers?

“Feet shoulder width apart, and clasp your hands behind your back.”

A sub’s obedience always filled him with a unique kind of energy, but with Lucy it was… more. Insatiable lust pulsed through his body. More potent than any drug, she’d bound him to her in a way he could never explain. When he’d called her “princess” to annoy her, he’d had no idea she’d become his princess for real.

Warm and soft and perfect. He could feast on her for hours. She awakened the most primitive part of him, the part that wanted to claim her as his, the part that would rip the heart out of any other male who came sniffing around her, and protect her unto death.

The sharp gasp she gave when he slipped a finger inside her zeroed in on his groin—she was already wet, and when he drew his fingertip across the hard bud of her clitoris, her whole body jerked in response.

“What do you want, babe? Tell me.”

“You, Sir.” She looked at him with such naked, almost innocent need he almost fell to his knees at her feet. “Just you.”

His self-control eroding by the second, Logan swept her up in his arms and carried her to the massive bed. The disintegration accelerated under the onslaught of the hunger in her gaze as she watched him undress.

“Hold onto the bars.” He jerked his chin in the direction of the headboard, designed for convenience when it came to bondage games. “Don’t let go until I say.”

His cock was primed for action, but Lucy hadn’t come yet. Once he was balls-deep inside her, he’d be on a hair-trigger, and there was no way he’d take his own pleasure before he’d given her hers, with his mouth on her and his fingers inside her.

He yanked his shirt off over his head, vaguely aware of a couple of airborne buttons pinging against the walls and floor. Like the slacks, the tailored garment was another annoying symbol of the corporate dipshit he was having to play. At least in here, he could pretend he was the Master she deserved.

Christ, she was gorgeous, lying there so perfectly still. He leaned over her for a kiss. She parted her lips for him and her tongue met his, eager for their mutual pleasure. The way she was looking at him, with trust and a slow-smouldering desire… the connection that bound them together, a shining thread wending its way around his heart… if only he’d been worthy of that heaven.

As he looked at her, as he drowned in her loveliness, Logan saw more than the most incredible submissive he’d ever enjoyed—he saw a life full of the things he’d once thought could be his, before his failings as a man and a Dom had robbed an innocent of her life.

The dream shimmered before him, but instead of dissolving into mist, as it usually did, it became clearer, more solid, forming a challenge he’d assumed for so long he’d fail.

Could he come to terms with his past for the sake of a future with the woman he loved?

Her breast was a perfect fit for his palm, soft and full and tipped by a tight, delicious nipple. He sucked her deeply into his mouth, swirled his tongue over the hard, fleshy bud. She moaned softly and he bit down, clamping her nipple between his teeth, and the moan turned into a broken wail.

“Look at me, babe. Keep your eyes on me.”

Her gaze made contact with his. Already there was an air of drugged arousal about her. He’d drive her out of her mind with pleasure, before burying himself in all that sweetness. And he’d start it all with a kiss.

Every brush of his mouth elicited a response of some kind from his delicious sub. Every moan, whimper and squirm increased the pressure of his cock pushing against his remaining clothing, but she wasn’t ready yet.

This sensual treasure hunt aroused Logan more than he’d thought possible. She was laid before him, a prize like no other, a passionate vision in shades of cream and pink and gold, and smoky grey eyes, and pure submission to his will. Hair like silk and skin so delicate he was almost afraid to touch her.

She was sin incarnate, and a living temptation he’d never be able to resist. Her siren call had lured him onto the rocks, and he didn’t care.

He wanted… he needed… he loved.

His thumbs parted her folds, exposing her fully to him. Pink flesh glistened with proof of her arousal, beckoning to him to taste her, while the scent of her drove him insane with lust. She was all warm, feminine need, ready to be taken. At the first stroke of his tongue she arched again and cried out, louder this time, louder still when he sucked on the sensitive little bud.

He licked and sucked, driving her higher and higher. Her flesh, the most intimate part of her, quivered. She was heaven and more. He thrust two fingers inside her and she came, with a cry that made his dick ache.

Her body pulsed and throbbed, milking his fingers for what only he could give her. A third finger joined the others and she climaxed again, with ripples of unrelenting pleasure that had her sobbing and crying out.

“What do you want, girl? Tell me.” He could barely get the words out himself, yet still he expected Lucy to answer him.

“Please… You… You, Master!”

Rocked to his core, Logan froze. She’d sworn she’d never call him that, never—it was always Sir during submissive training, and Master Lucan while rehearsing their undercover roles. How could that one word threaten to shatter his control into a million glittering fragments?

With his fingers still filling her, Logan crawled up the bed. Driven by his basest desires, he ground his lips against hers, ancient claim thundering through his veins, setting every cell in his body on fire for this woman.