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She found herself kissing him back which was in equal parts good and bad.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Cash deepened the kiss, punishing her with his tongue. He’d been so fucking scared when she’d been missing. Those hours had been the most torturous thing that he’d ever been through, including war. The need to know Riss was safe at all times drove him like ambition and dedication never had. Hell, he hadn’t been able to think, let alone function. He couldn’t live like that.

He picked her up and threw her on the bed. She let out a small yelp of surprise.

He didn’t care. “You shouldn’t have left without telling me,” he growled and tugged on the belt of her robe. “Don’t ever do that again.” He flicked the edges of her robe aside and stared at her body. She was gorgeous just like he knew she’d be. Her violet eyes had heated to the indigo hue at the base of a flame. The pendant between her breasts glistened in the light. His wild Irish rose, wasn’t that how the song went?

Bending he kissed and then nipped at her breasts and then across her belly. The needy, whimpering noises she made only drove his desire. He tugged on one nipple with his teeth and then the other. She tried to reach out and touch him but he backed up. “You’re going to do what I say, Riss. From now on, no questions. Outside the bedroom and in it.”

She watched him with narrowed eyes. “We’ll see. I make no promises.”

It was like she wanted to piss him off. He lowered himself on top of her and kissed her hard again. He’d make her make promises. She wouldn’t have a choice. He started kissing her neck and then added bites. He ran his hand down over her hip as he continued to work his way down her body, first sucking her nipples and then tugging with his teeth. He swirled his tongue and she let out a moan. Before he didn’t want anyone to hear in case she was embarrassed or he got in hot water with Archer. But now? Now he just didn’t give a shit. He wanted the whole world to hear them fucking because she was his and the more people who knew the better. Less chance she could ever deny it.

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His hands roamed her body, raising goosebumps in their wake. Riss gasped as he trailed his fingers along her waist. Her heart raced with anticipation, the pulse between her legs in sync with each thundering beat. She couldn't believe how intense this was. She had never felt this way with anyone before. With each touch, she longed to be closer, to feel his skin against hers.

She used her legs to flip them over surprising him. He chuckled and she smiled.

“My turn.” She kissed him hard and then worked her way down his neck running her hands over his chest as she did so. He felt so solid, so strong. He made her feel safe and secure as if nothing could touch her when she was with him. He was her addiction. Her drug of choice. She reclaimed his mouth and pressed herself against his hard planes as she gripped his hips.

He quickly flipped her onto her back again. “I’m not finished yet. Your turn is later,” he growled. As he moved lower, she felt a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, she arched her back, her breath quickening. She had never wanted anything so much in her life. She needed him, craved him, and despite her earlier thoughts of resistance, she wouldn’t turn back now.

He positioned himself between her legs, his breath hot against her skin. As he caressed the heat at the apex of her thighs, she eagerly responded to his skilled touch. With deliberate movements, he blew cool air over her core as she sunk her fingers into his hair and held his head to her core.

His hands bit into her hips, keeping her in place as he intensified his tongue's movements. She locked her legs around his head and let go of his hair, gripping the sheets instead as she tried to fight the waves of desire burning through her. Then he inserted a finger inside while continuing to pleasure her with his mouth. He picked up speed and added another finger.

Riss pushed against his fingers and bit her lip to stop her scream. She was on the brink, and she wanted him so badly it hurt. He pushed a third finger inside her. She lifted her hips to meet him, reaching the peak of ecstasy. With a sudden nip of his teeth against her most sensitive spot, she cried out his name and climaxed.

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Without giving her a break, he spread himself on top of her and started sucking on her nipples. He needed to be inside her, to feel her surround him. To know he owned her. With a growl, he slammed his cock inside her, making her entire body shudder. She cried out, the sound muffled by his lips as he claimed her with a searing kiss. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, driving deeper.

Riss writhed beneath him, her body responding to his every touch. Her moans rose above the sound of the headboard clacking against the wall with each thrust into her. The pounding rhythm he set kept time with the pounding of his heart. The intensity between them was insane. The raw desire he had for her was like nothing else and it only fueled his passion more.

He continued to thrust, his hips moving in a frenzied dance, his breath ragged and heavy. She clung to him, her body arching towards his, pulling his hair, digging her nails into his shoulders. A sharp sting hit his pec. She’d bit him, and it made him want her more. His hips thrust harder, and their bodies moved in a feverish rhythm fueled by need and the intensity of their emotions.

This was a battle of desire and will, where both of them would win.

Cash's eyes snagged her gaze. "Tell me you're mine," he demanded. He saw in her eyes she wanted to resist. He knew the moment she surrendered and succumbed to her desires to his dominance. Eyes hazed, she clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin, and he met her intensity with his own.

"I'm yours, Cash." The words tumbled from her lips, one final surrender to the raw desire that had consumed them both. Cash's eyes flashed with triumph, his breath ragged and heavy.

He thrust into her, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony, their hearts pounding in rhythm, Riss’s gaze locked on his. With a growl, he thrust deeper, his body trembling with desire.

"Say it again," he grunted, his voice low and gritty.

"I'm yours, Cash," she whispered. He could see the truth in her deep violet eyes, the surrender to him. “And you’re mine.”

Oh God, he’d happily be hers. Cash plunged into her one final time, burying himself deep within her as the world around them disappeared into a whirlwind of sensations. Beneath him, her body convulsed, her moans filling the room as she reached her peak. Cash's own release was imminent, building within him like an inferno ignited by her surrender and the intensity of their connection.

As he climaxed, his eyes never left hers, his intensity unwavering. "You're mine,” he growled, his voice low and rough. "And I'll protect you with my life, my beautiful kitten.”

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