to take him off her, then she would eradicate that spark of desire, dousing the flame, the light.
Forever.
§§§
Rune stepped into the room; it was dark, and it was late, the hour rolled onto the early part of the morning. He’d emptied his sex into Storm, and now, his concentration centred on the woman that lay in his bed.
Her long hair wove across the pillows; the sheet had slid down and he swallowed at the sight of her creamy tits surging up. They edged, enticing, the top crested, and he strived to get a better view. The curtain flickered open slightly, fluttering and wafting in the breeze from the open window; the sharp thread of moonlight lanced a spear across the room. He glanced to the floor, at her underwear curled in a red pile.
Rune stripped off, tossing his clothes to join hers; he slipped in beside her and spooned her body. When he pulled her close, her breathing remained deep and she didn’t stir. Yet his cock did; it lurched to attention and he hoped she’d remain asleep.
There was a time and now wasn’t it. Not when he’d just left Storm’s bed. He didn’t have many ethics, but making love to this woman right after Storm wasn’t right. He would wait and take his time. Tomorrow would be soon enough; now, she needed to rest.
§§§
Jess snuggled into the warmth; she tried to get comfortable but couldn’t. Her pillow was rock solid concrete. Even though tiny bristles of hair tickled her nose, she attempted to keep her lids closed. A soft sigh rippled from her at the touch of a hand cupping her ass. God, but she loved these dreams.
Wet ones.
And let it continue, giving free rein to her filthy thoughts.
A hint of a smile teased her lips at the suction tugging at her nipples. Shit, it was so real. She groaned, a long, wicked rumble broke free from her throat.
It was the finger at her clit that woke her up; her lids slammed open, along with a healthy splurge of lust.
She swallowed down her scream and stared up into treacle eyes; they burned and roasted over her.
“What, I mean, if, are you, oh fuck—” This man pulled her mind to pieces, he robbed her of sense and reason.
Rune pushed her hair back and cradled her cheek. “It’s morning. I told you I’d give you the night to recover, and today, sweet bitch, you become my sub.”
Jess couldn’t speak; hell, she craved this man with a driving need that matched a fix of sweet chocolate before a period.
“How is your head?”
“My head is fine, not a twinge of pain there now.” Just the one between my legs.
“Good, and now, we begin your education.”
Chapter Five
Jess couldn’t drag her horny gaze from him and realized how close they were. Like skin close, not a frigging inch spare close. She moved her hip and hauled in a nervous gasp, Christ that erection probing and nudging couldn’t be real. Could it? The length beat her best vibrator, the Neanderthal He Man of fucks. The General was long, thick, and drop dead sexy. Jess liked to name her inanimate objects; it gave her a sense of belonging, of intimacy, even if it was labelling a sex toy and a car.
When she’d bought her big boy, the assistant had given her a saucy wink. Even now she remembered the words, the doubt on her face. “Are you sure about this? Wouldn’t you like to start with something, well, a little smaller?”
And the shocked expression at her reply. “Hey, I’m a professional when it comes to vibrators, and I’m more than ready for this cannon.”
Jess’s thoughts bounced back to the man torturing her with his touch, his body curved around her. She mewled as his fingers coasted feather light across her body, they roamed with a threat of ownership. And Jess melted against his words.
“You belong to me, Jessalyn, for the time you are here, and you will obey me, in everything I demand.” The heat of his lips roasted across her throat in a slow tempting tease. “Do you agree to this?”
Oh fuck. She tried to breathe in and discovered she’d lost the
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