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  “Look at you,” she breathed, and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

  Marc’s toes about curled in his boots.

  “Suck it, baby. I need to feel that hot mouth of yours around my cock.” Marc pressed on her head, guiding her to her knees in front of him.

  Dree looked up at him and smiled before focusing again on his cock. Her fingers alone worked magic. Her touch when she glided her hand down his shaft brought his blood to a raging boil. She cupped his balls, teasing him beyond anything he could describe as fair. He balled his hands in her hair to keep himself from thrusting his cock down her throat.

  “Woman. You are tormenting me.” As hard as it was to talk, he would let her know he could only behave for so long.

  “I think you can handle it.” Her coy response about undid him.

  She wasn’t fazed by his breaking point. Thoughts of teaching her a small lesson, letting her know what she was messing with, entered his mind.

  Marc almost cried out when her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. Heat from her mouth, her slick moist tongue, burned him alive, taking the fever inside him to a dangerous level. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed her head, pushing his cock deeper into her smoldering mouth.

  Dree’s tongue danced around his cock, stroking him while her lips coaxed him deeper into her moist heat. Nothing he’d ever experienced felt as good as this.

  He tried to move slowly, tried not to be brutal. But he swore she encouraged him, egged him on as he worked to move slowly in and out of her mouth.

  Sliding deeper and deeper, he felt her throat constrict around his cock head. He could spill his seed down her throat right now. He exhaled, his blood pumping so furiously through him that he could barely catch his breath.

  “You suck cock better than anyone I’ve ever known.”

  Dree looked up at him, her mouth opened wide with his cock buried deep inside her moist heat. Humidity rushed through him, suffocating him, his insides boiling with blood pumped faster and faster through his body.

  His clothes constricted him. They were in the way. Struggling with his pants, he pushed them down. Her tongue worked magic against his cock while she helped slide his pants down his legs.

  “Enough.” He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, sliding it free from her mouth. The air in the room gave him a chill, but the throbbing pain deep inside him didn’t diminish. “Take off your dress.”

  If he so much as touched that gown she wore, he would rip it from her.

  Dree straightened, her movements as smooth as silk. “You don’t like this dress?”

  But even as she teased him, her words sultry and like fire to his already overheated system, she reached for the delicate straps, sliding them over her shoulders.

  “I love the dress.” He clenched the muscles in his body, wanting desperately to touch her. “And right now it would look best in a pool at your feet.”

  Her smile was delightful. If she had any awareness of how much restraint he used right now just to keep his hands off of her so he could watch her undress, he doubted she would be so relaxed.

  The thin Borsha material slid over her breasts, her brown nipples instantly hardening while he watched. He sucked in his breath; her beauty intoxicated him, overwhelmed him, and almost brought him to his knees.

  Dree’s soft gray eyes studied him, searching for his approval while she slid her dress over her hips and then stepped out of it, letting it puddle to the floor.

  Marc had to touch her. “Damn it, woman.” His insides burned with a need too strong to control. Something about Dree, her sensual body, the craving in her expression, made him want to devour her.

  Cupping her breasts, his hands glided over her soft flesh, the fullness and softness of her overwhelming him. He squeezed them, forcing her nipples to pucker and point directly at him, teasing him, inviting him closer.

  “Marc. I’m on fire.” Her words were out on a breath, so soft, caressing over him like a gentle breeze, urging the flames within him to dance into a mad rage.

  It took some effort to speak. “Tell me what you want.”

  She looked up at him while he squeezed her nipples. The expression on her face was priceless, her lips parting at his gesture, a lust-filled haze passing over her eyes.

  “You. Please. Fuck me,” she whispered.

  Marc released her breasts, running his hands across her chest, over her shoulders and down her arms. “Why do you want me?”

  The haze covering her beautiful gray eyes dissipated. Her tongue darted over her lips, making them shine with moisture. His cock throbbed painfully while he watched her suck in her lower lip and nibble on it while considering her answer.

  She placed her hands on his chest, her touch branding him, the heat soaring through him making it hard not to grab her and bend her over right in front of the window. Her fingers tingled against his skin as she ran it under his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders.

  “I haven’t been able to quit thinking about you,” she confessed. She didn’t look up at him, her long lashes fluttering over her eyes while she focused on his chest.

  She wanted him. It wasn’t that she just wanted to get laid, ease an ache that time had created. Her body craved him.

  He gripped her arms, turning her toward the bed. “Move,” he ordered and then swatted her ass, the sharp sound about making him explode from the desire that rushed through him.

  Blood pulsed through him, his cock pounding for relief. She sat down on the edge of the bed, turning so she faced him. Her legs spread while she adjusted herself, her beautifully shaved pussy glistening with her moisture.

  Marc could barely stand. He needed to bury himself deep inside her before he exploded. He climbed over her, forcing her down, her long strands of hair drifted over her shoulder when she collapsed underneath him. Her fingers traced tantalizing lines across his skin, prickles of excitement rushing through him, burning desire tearing at him.

  “You better be ready for this.” He needed to warn her.

  Everything about her was so soft, so gentle and adoring. But he didn’t feel soft at the moment. Nothing inside him wanted to be gentle. She tore at him with her beauty and her grace, bringing him to a raging boil. It was too late to stop his craving.

  When she looked up at him, those lashes fluttering over her sensual eyes, he saw no fear, no worries or hesitation. Dree smiled, her lips parting while her breasts seem to swell in front of him, full and lush, eager for his attention.

  “I am.” Her answer came on her exhale.

  His cock absorbed the heat from her pussy before he even touched her. Her moisture clung to him when he pressed his cockhead against her entrance. Dree lifted her legs, wrapping them around him while she held on to his shoulders. He swore she pulled him into her, urging him to take all she had to offer.

  “I won’t be gentle.” He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to wait a minute longer until he knew she understood what was in store for her.

  “I don’t want gentle.” Her response surprised him. But there was no time to think about it right now.

  Marc sank into the heat of her pussy. Muscles spasmed around his cock, sucking him in further, while smothering him with more heat than he thought he could handle. Nothing could have prepared him for how Dree would feel. So hot, so fucking tight, so damned wet. He never would have believed she had been a sex slave if she hadn’t told him herself.

  Dree arched underneath him, her pussy moving around his cock while she adjusted to his impalement.

  “By the gods,” she cried out, exposing her adorable neck when she rolled her head, her eyes closing while her mouth formed a perfect circle.

  Marc dared not sink further in her. For whatever reasons, she hadn’t been fucked in a while, and her tight, suffocating cunt needed to be prepared for what he was about to do to her. Pulling back, gliding over her quivering muscles, Marc held his breath, trying not to plunge deep inside her again too quickly.

  “No.” Dree opened her eyes, her look tortur
ed. Those delicate hands glided over his body, gripping his hips. “More. I need more.”

  “Woman.” He would hurt her. More than anything he didn’t want to do that.

  “Now damn it!” She dug into his thighs, pulling him down, demanding he fuck her.

  Marc plunged into her cunt, his thrust hard and forceful. Her inner muscles stretched around him, contracting as he plunged deeper than he had before.

  Dree cried out, digging into his flesh with her fingers, holding on to him while he buried himself in her moist heat. Her legs went around him like a vise grip and he grabbed them, straightening to his knees, while he forced her knees open, spreading her.

  “You asked for this,” he almost growled, driving into her again and again while holding her legs apart.

  “Yes. Damn. Yes.” Dree gripped the bedspread with her fists, her arms next to her head while her silky strands sprayed over her face.

  The way she tossed her head from one side to the next made her hair fan around her. Her breasts bouncing while her nipples hardened like dark temples demanding his praise, grabbed his attention, hypnotizing him for a moment.

  The heat from her cunt swarmed through him, slowly consuming his insides. His cock was on fire, driving deep into her tight hole with every thrust. Looking down at her, her legs spread wide against his grasp. She was the image of perfection. The way his cock slid in and out of her, the way her rich cream made her skin glisten, everything about her made him feel he was dreaming.

  Marc closed his eyes, knowing if he continued to watch Dree he would explode before he wanted to. Focusing on how she felt, how her heat absorbed through him, he plunged with more force, holding on to her so she wouldn’t slide up the bed.

  “So good.” Dree had hair strewn across her face. She whispered the words while balling the blanket on either side of her head with her fists.

  “You like that?” Marc lifted her ass off the bed, stretching her legs further while his cock disappeared into the soaked folds of her heat.

  “Yes. Oh. Yes.” She opened her eyes, stretching her arms to brace herself while he held her up and fucked the shit out of her.

  Her muscles began contracting around his cock, her juices flowing with a fire that nearly burned him alive. Dree stared at him, her gaze hooded with her long lashes. The way she looked at him, her mouth moving slightly as if she tried to speak, he knew he’d found his match sexually. She took his beating, his cock driving inside her with a force many women couldn’t handle, and she craved it.

  Pulling out of her, his cock a throbbing feverish weapon ready to explode, Marc grabbed her hips, anxious to turn her over.

  “Get on your knees.” He helped her readjust, her shiny white hair streaming down the curve of her back while her perfectly rounded ass appeared before him.

  “Hurry. Damn it. Marc. I need you back in me.” The strain in her voice let him know how close she was.

  And he’d felt her orgasm coming, the almost vibrating titillation of her muscles. But there was so much of her to explore. Just fucking her like this was so damned hot. And her willingness, her eagerness, the way her body responded to him, he had to know more about her, feel her from different angles, experience all she could be.

  Every molecule in him about exploded when he looked down at her soaked cunt, her rich cream coating her skin, glistening from her ass to her clit. She exposed herself to him, stretching her legs, her ass in the air, the side of her face pressed against the bed.

  “You are so fucking hot.” He gripped her ass, opening her further.

  Running his fingers over her pussy, her cum soaked him, while the heat from her absorbed into his hand, rushing through him and making his cock dance. The pain inside him was almost unbearable. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen a woman without tattoos on her ass, but the pure creamy white skin gave Dree almost a virginal look. How fucking ironic. He doubted there was an inch on her that hadn’t been enjoyed time and time again.

  “Do you like it here?” He ran his cum-soaked fingers over the tight puckered hole above her pussy.

  Dree didn’t answer at first, her body jerking slightly from the incredibly intimate touch. He looked at her face, her eyes closed with several strands of white hair hiding part of her expression.

  “You can fuck me there if you like.” Giving her consent was probably more than she’d ever been able to do before.

  But consent wasn’t what he wanted. “I didn’t ask for permission.”

  She opened her eyes, lifting her head to look over her shoulder at him. “I…” she began, those sensual gray eyes appraising him.

  “Do you like your ass fucked, Dree?” He wouldn’t accept her worried look that somehow she’d just offended him.

  Suddenly the signs of years of being a sex slave rushed over her. She was trained to please, to offer and enjoy whatever her partner wanted. But now she would learn a new way of fucking.

  The pain from his cock, yearning to bury itself deep inside her once again, made it difficult to concentrate. Years of warrior training came into play when he forced himself to be patient, to play out this necessary scene.

  Sliding his moist finger into her incredibly tight hole, he watched her expression. Her lips quivered, while the muscles in her back and ass tightened. Such intense beauty, no color adorning her skin, no designs hiding the natural beauty of her body.

  Her eyes fluttered shut then opened again while she turned her head, straining to focus on him. “A couple of times I’ve liked it. But not always. Most men love to fuck a lady’s ass though. Go ahead if you want to.”

  “You will love and crave wherever I fuck you,” he told her.

  He ran his fingers over her cunt, lubing them with her thick hot cream, and then once again slid his finger in her ass. “And when I fuck you here, it will make you explode like you never have before.”

  A sigh escaped her lips, her mouth opening and shutting while her expression relaxed. She enjoyed him finger-fucking her ass. And as much as he wanted to bury his cock deep inside that tight little hole, he saw that she needed to relax, needed to accept how good it could be there.

  Adjusting himself, he gripped the soft cheeks of her ass and pulled her cunt to his cock. Without warning he plummeted deep inside her, deciding at that moment that learning about Dree might just be the best experience he’d ever had.

  Chapter Nine

  Dree couldn’t stand it. Her body quivered with need as if she’d never been fucked before. And that was so far from the truth.

  “I’ve never had it like this,” she said on a gasp, knowing he wouldn’t understand, wishing she could tell him what he was doing to her.

  “We’re far from done.” His voice was husky, his fingers gripping her ass.

  Her muscles quivered, tightening, contracting while the pressure inside her grew. Her eyes fluttered closed, the intensity of the feelings rushing through her so strong she could hardly think.

  But she wanted to see him, watch this glorious warrior perform magic on her body. Forcing her eyes open she strained to look over her shoulder. Such powerful arms, a broad chest with hair sprinkled across it. Every inch of him was hard, solid.

  “Woman.” His growl sent shivers through her.

  Waves of pleasure danced through her, of anticipation, of an aching desire to watch him when he exploded deep inside her.

  “Don’t come yet,” she whispered, knowing he could give her so much more, wanting to have this moment last forever.

  He smiled, seeming to know her thoughts. “I’m going to watch you explode first.”

  He pulled out of her, leaning back on his haunches while he stared down at her hungrily, his eyes darkening to a dangerous blue while his jaw hardened. His cock aimed full and erect, shiny with her thick juices coating it. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly watering as she imagined cleaning her cum from his cock.

  Her body vibrated on the edge of her orgasm though. Moving quickly so that she could suck him into her mouth wasn’t as easy to do as she
wished. Maybe she was out of practice. Never had she hesitated before in moving to keep a moment alive. But her training didn’t seem to apply here for some reason. The fluid movements she’d mastered over the years of being a slave seemed lost to her now.

  She would get up. Give her just a second to catch her breath and she would move to her knees, take him in her mouth, suck him dry.

  Marc reached for her, taking her under the arms and lifting her to him, depriving her of that second.

  “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he whispered, bringing her to him.

  Before she could answer he devoured her mouth, his tongue sinking deep into her, kissing her with so much intensity her tummy twisted with pure delight. She melted against his chest, her breasts tickled by his curly chest hair while she wrapped her arms around his massive shoulders, clinging to him, falling desperately and holding on for dear life.

  Damn all the gods. She could love this man. Anything he wanted she would give him. He was moving fire within her, bringing her to a level she’d never experienced before—and with just a kiss.

  “Dree,” he breathed into her mouth. “What are you doing to me?”

  “You feel it too?” she asked and then realized how stupid that sounded.

  His growl of response sent shivers through her, although she burned inside and out from a heat that couldn’t be sated. She worked to focus, wanting to see his expression, needing to see what he wouldn’t say. Was he loving her? Did this go beyond fucking?

  His soft curls pressed against his forehead. His expression serious as he stared down at her. “I feel a need to please you. You are going to experience pleasure like you’ve never experienced it before.”

  Something in those blue eyes moved her. She would drown in his gaze if she didn’t look away. Men had promised her many things before—none of them seen through. Marc wasn’t promising her anything. Yet she believed him more than she’d ever believed another man.

  He wanted to see to her pleasure, what mattered to her. Something fluttered in her heart, causing it to skip a beat. This man, Marc of Torin, strong enough to take on the king, ensure justice to his people, appealed to her more than any man she’d known. And it was more than his aggression, his domination; the man had compassion and viewed others as equals, seeing the good, or the bad in them and not judging them because of their rank.