Page 47 of Dark Horizon New Dawn

"You know I did."

"Then you are going to like this." His mouth descended on her nipple, sucking and lightly pinching.

Too lightly.

Hadn't he figured out already what she liked?

Suddenly she felt something cold and metallic rub against the wet, turgid peak, and knowing what it was, she sucked in a breath.

As the clamp closed over the sensitive flesh, it stung, and she sucked in another breath, waiting for Peter to do the same to her other nipple.

From experience, she knew that both needed to be clamped for the euphoric rush to wash over her.

As Peter sucked and nipped her other nipple, Marina bit down on her lower lip, stifling the whimpering that threatened to derail this incredible experience. If Peter thought that she was in distress, he would stop, and that was the last thing she wanted.

She just needed that other clamp to even out the torment.

When it finally happened, she could no longer hold the whimper in, and she arched her back, silently begging him to continue what he had started.

"Tell me what you need, beautiful," he murmured against her nipple.

"I need to come," she said shamelessly.

At this point, she was beyond shame.

Peter had already discovered all of her dirty little secrets. If he chose to humiliate her with them, it was too late to do anything about it.

His mouth lowered to where she needed it, and as his tongue flicked against her clit, she detonated, screaming out her climax at the top of her lungs.

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PETER

The lady was a screamer, which Peter normally loved in a woman. There was no higher compliment for a male than his lady enjoying an explosive orgasm, especially since his venom had nothing to do with it.

Still, it was a little problematic when he was sharing a cabin with another guy. He was sure that Jay had heard Marina scream despite the excellent soundproofing, but since he hadn't barged in, he must have figured out that it was passion and not pain or fear that had produced that sound.

What a sheer stroke of luck it was bringing the cuffs and the little clamps on the cruise.

He'd packed his modest sexual toys arsenal on the remote chance that he would find a suitable companion on one of the shore excursions, but until now, the opportunity hadn't presented itself.

It was as if the Fates had sent Marina to him, knowing that he would be just what the female had been looking for. After all, sex toys were not about the one wielding them. They were about the one on the receiving end, and he loved being the fulfiller of sexual fantasies and the deliverer of memorable sexual experiences that he didn't need to erase or change because they had to do with his fangs or venom.

Kagra had been the only female whose mind hadn't been blown by his masterful ministrations, and it had been a blow to his ego. Marina was the most wonderful antidote to that insult, and he was determined to show his gratitude the best way he could.

Lifting his eyes, Peter smiled at the blissed-out expression on her face. The blindfold, the cuffs, the clamps, she loved all of that, but he needed to see her eyes when he entered her, so the blindfold had to go.

When he removed the scarf he had tied around her eyes, Marina blinked up at him, her gaze unfocused as if she didn't recognize him, but it was all good. She was still riding the high of her orgasm.

"Beautiful," he murmured for the third time tonight.

She blinked again, and then a smile lifted the corner of her lips. "Is that all you can say to me?"

"The word beautiful encapsulates many meanings. Kind of like the word fuck, which is what's next on the menu."

She licked her lips. "Yum. My favorite."

"Is it, now?" He got rid of his pants and got between her legs.

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