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A twinge of guilt pierced my chest. I couldn’t tell her they wouldn’t protect her. There was too much at stake, but I swore to myself she’d never suffer a moment’s pain or sadness. This would be the first, last, and only time I’d lie to her, and I would make her happy regardless of the cost.

“Perfect.” She put her feet on the floor and stepped back, then unzipped her dress and winked. “You have my permission to be naked now.”

She let the dress fall and caught it before it hit the floor, revealing her gorgeous body wrapped in lingerie like a present just for me. It was simple black cotton without lace or embellishment, and all the more delicious for it. My princess didn’t need additional adornment.

I stilled, drinking her in as she hung the dress in the closet and carefully laid my mother’s pearls on the dresser. For the first time in my life, a woman had rendered me speechless, and it wasn’t because she ignored me in favor of taking care of another person’s belongings.

A diamond winked at me from her navel, and she had a tattooed black line studded with what appeared to be twisted pieces of metal coursing down the side of her rib cage and over her flat belly in a stark, seemingly random pattern. Although the tattoo was harsh against her silken skin, it fit her, showcasing the dichotomy of such a beautiful woman with what I knew of her history working on a cattle ranch.

“Chop, chop, Your Highness. I’ve been wanting to bite dat ass for over a month.”

“I might have to spank you if you bite,” I murmured, tossing my shirt aside. “Perhaps I’ll spank you until you call me Savva as I asked.”

Her pupils dilated as she unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor, revealing lush breasts I needed to touch more than I needed to breathe. “You say that like you actually expect me to do it… Your Highness.”

“Naughty.” After loosening my belt, I stalked her as I pulled the leather from its loops.

Instead of the fear I expected, she held her ground. Arching her brow, she quirked her lips into a smile. “Think you’re man enough to try to use that on me, cowboy?”

Damaris placed no particular emphasis on the word try, and my cock thickened, becoming painfully hard in anticipation of bringing her to heel.

She’d scream my given name before I allowed her out of my bed.

Earning the submission of a woman like Damaris would be so delicious. She wouldn’t deign to obey if I attempted to force her; no, she would only acquiesce when she wanted to. I’d never met a woman for whom I’d willingly spend the rest of my life living up to her expectations.

It was only fair, considering she far exceeded mine.

“There’s nothing I enjoy more than a challenge, Ms. Lawton.” I approached her slowly and feathered a touch across her collarbone. “And I promise, we’ll both win.”

Without giving her a chance to protest, I caught her wrists and wrapped the belt around them, wishing I’d thought to bring proper restraints. I wanted to take my time with her luscious body, and I suspected Damaris would be a demanding partner.

The thought wasn’t at all displeasing. I loved a woman who knew what she wanted and went after it. I especially enjoyed making them beg for the delight I could give them.

“Hey!” Despite her words, she didn’t struggle or attempt to get free. Her lips curving into a smirk, she lifted her hands to my zipper and tried once more to get me out of my trousers.

“You did ask if I was man enough to use a belt on you.” I lifted her hands over her head, then brushed kisses along her jaw as I trailed my fingers over the lush curve of her hip. “I believe you’ll find I’m quite accommodating.”

“Mmm. I’ll take that as a promise.” Instead of pulling her hands away, she lifted her chin to give me access to the slim column of her throat. Her generous breasts pressed against my bare chest and a tingle of electricity coursed down my spine.

“Good. It was intended as one.” Returning my focus to her instead of my growing need, I cupped her breast in my free hand and pulled a furled brown nipple into my mouth.

“Yessss.” She drew the word out and pressed herself against me as she wrapped her bound hands around my neck. “More.”

I sucked her nipple hard, then nipped her, drawing a cry of pleasure from her sweet lips.

“So greedy. Perhaps I’ll have to teach you the virtues of patience.” After extricating myself from her embrace, I carried her to the bed, then laid her down. “Hands above your head. If you touch me again, I’m afraid I shall have to stop.”

CHAPTER 6

DAMARIS

“If you stop, I might have to do something to encourage you.”

Still wearing his pants, he crawled across the bed and rested his elbows on the mattress, caging my head. His blue eyes darkened, and he licked his bottom lip, sending another surge of wetness into my already dripping panties.

And lord almighty, he should never wear a shirt. The man was gorgeous, and I couldn’t stop looking at him. His ink, a mosaic of color and pattern, seemed to flow like living art over his muscular body, ever-changing depending on the lighting and how he moved.

Most of all, I was dying to see that thick, delicious cock in all its pierced glory. I had to know how it would feel inside me, and whimpered when I imagined the beads of his Jacob’s Ladder sliding into me while the Prince Albert stimulated my g-spot.

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