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“I broke the thermostat,” he confessed.

A gasp stuck in my throat.

“I knew you’d be naked, and I couldn’t have you freezing, my little rosebud.”

The dark confession made me melt. He’d planned everything. Down to the very last detail.

“Now that I have you, what should I do with you?” His mouth pressed against my jaw, and he shifted his body into mine. “Play with you?”

Through the thin material of his trousers, his cock rested against my thigh. He was hard. Really hard. I hated that I couldn’t reach down and grab that thick, monstrous cock.

His hands glided down the curve of my hips, brushing over my bare ass. “This is mine.”

My breath hitched.

He spoke against my throat next. “The blood in your veins beats for me.”

Teeth scraped against my pulse, but he dragged his mouth lower. He blew against my nipples, teasing the hard peaks.

“Every inch of you.” He pressed a kiss against my belly. I jerked, remembering too late that I’d put this body through twins. While I’d worked to lose the baby weight, the pale scars still glowed where the skin was stretched. But the monster didn’t let me pull away. There was nowhere to hide. He continued to kiss his way down, ragged words caressing my skin.

“Every. Fucking. Inch.” He kissed first my right hip, then the left. “You’re gorgeous, Rose.”

The heat of his mouth radiated against my core a heartbeat later. He pushed my thighs wider, rubbing the tip of his nose across my pussy and inhaling.

I nearly died of embarrassment.

But he wasn’t giving me that option. I read enough paranormal romances that although I couldn’t see a damn thing in reality, my mind conjured up the image of a brutal beast scenting his food before he feasted. He drank me in before covering my pussy with his hot, wet mouth.

The first flick of his tongue made me cry out around the stupid ornament.

“You are mine, Rosetta. From now on, you will come for me. It will be my mouth between your legs, and my cock will be the only one you ride.”

I whimpered, nodding quickly in agreement. If this was the deal the devil in the dark wanted to strike, I could sign my name to that bargain.

He pushed his hand between my legs, fingers teasing my clit before he spread me and pushed one deep inside.

“You’re dripping.”

Only because I was blind did I let him continue without protesting. Heat burned my cheeks, but my hips rocked into his touch despite the embarrassment at being so turned on that I was probably making a mess.

Inside, his finger curled.

That wicked tongue flicked against my clit.

With a sigh, I dropped my head back as he continued to taste and tease. His finger pushed in and out without hurry. He alternated between broad strokes and narrow flicks. He only paused to French kiss my pussy.

Which made me moan against the ornament.

But then, his touch slid away, and I jolted. My muscles had cinched around his finger, silently protesting, but it was gone. Something wet and hard replaced it, teasing my entrance.

His tongue.

It circled and lapped against my channel.

I rose to the tips of my toes and tugged on the garland around my wrists. He was right there, taking his time, and not offering relief. I didn’t trust the tree to hold me if I wrapped my legs around his shoulders.

Just when I was desperate enough to try, he buried his face between my legs—