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sinful, making her ache between her thighs. The warmth of the water around her embraced her as he trailed his hands along her back and said, “Now, enough talking about how the fact that I want to keep you safe is a bad thing. Come here. I must punish you.”
    Amused, and turned on, she rubbed her sex against his length, and he became enticingly rock hard. Inhaling the eucalyptus fragrance from the bath, she brought her thighs up against his sides, sending water over the edge of the tub. His groan echoed around her as he tangled his fingers in her hair, as he always did before he claimed her. Slanting his mouth over hers, he took her into a kiss, making the warm bathwater seem cold by comparison.
    Tempted by him, owned by him now, her moans poured from her without control. He drank in each and every one, returning them with low growls from deep in his chest. Wiggling against him, she shifted along his erection, enjoying each burst of pleasure invading her. She angled her head, inviting him, as he ran his mouth across her jawline and down to the sweet spot on her neck. His tongue flicked out, and her eyes fluttered closed with her moan.
    She squirmed against his touches, burning in every place possible, craving more of him as he licked over her hammering pulse. Raging with fire now, she explored his flexing muscles, tracing each and every marvelous curve. He released his fingers from her hair, running both his hands down her back to her bottom, where he gripped her tight and shifted her harder against his erect cock.
    At the hellish type of torture, she rasped, “Stop teasing me.”
    His response was a frustrating deep chuckle as he completely ignored her request, rubbing her against him. Determined to get her way—which was him deep inside her—she ran her hands up his flexing biceps, which were damp from the water. Tracing over each curve, she marveled at how they quivered beneath her touch.
    He paved a delicious line with his tongue up the vein on her neck. “Do you want me,
Álainn
?”
    “God, yes.”
    “Are you aching for me?”
    “Yes,” she breathed, captivated by
him.
    “Good.”
    His hands, his mouth, his
everything
that tempted her vanished. He rested his head against the bathtub, grinning at her.
    “Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” she retorted, eyeing the guardians’ gift to women who was completely naked and available to her. “You honestly think you can punish me by refusing sex?”
    His eyes twinkled. “Yes, I do.”
    Words would not win this battle. But a gal did have her ways, and as much as she lusted after Kyden, she held the same type of control over him. Instead of fighting him with words to indulge her, she swirled her hips against him, and his hard gaze reflected restraint not to touch her.
    She sensually leaned in, pressing her puckered nipples against his warm chest, and whispered in his ear, “I want you, Kyden. So very deep inside me. Owning me. Controlling me. Making me
yours.
”
    He grunted, going stiff beneath her.
    Determined now, she licked up the side of his neck and shoved her fingers through his damp hair. Then she yanked his head up, forcing him to hold her stare. Kyden liked it a little rough, and even if he was tough—so powerful and confident—with her, his resolve never lasted.
    Ever.
    Perhaps that’s why this thing between them was so special. Their relationship had kicked off in a blaze of passion, and that unadulterated lust had never sizzled out, not even four months later.
    Looking at him now, she saw nothing less than a man full of possession and outright hunger to devour her. Exactly how she wanted him. She kissed him, hard and demanding, hearing the answering rumble of need from his chest. When she backed away, his jaw was tight, tense with want. His muscles flexed as they always did before he eagerly claimed her body. The glow in his eyes made her belly flip-flop and everything inside her coil, ready for
more.
    Kyden loved to dominate—in all