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Jasper kissed her again and she couldn’t breathe. In all the hours, all the days she’d spent with Gavin, never had she felt like this. He’d been sweet to her, made her feel good, but never had she lit up inside from his caresses. She’d told him once what she’d just told Jasper—she wanted to be forced because she couldn’t think of a better way to say it, couldn’t find better words to tell him. The look he’d given her had made her queasy, and she’d passed it off quickly lest he think too hard or too long about it and decide he couldn’t be with a freak like her.

She knew she wasn’t like the other girls. They all loved to play damsel in distress, wanted to be rescued, but for them, it was the moment of release that was most appealing. For her... She liked being distressed. She wanted the prince to scale her tower, leave her in her bonds, have his way with her and when he was finished, then, only then, would he let her go, cradle and cuddle her and promise to keep her safe. She’d only ever be at his mercy again.

Safe meant being kept. Being guided, told what to do, having responsibility removed. Gavin wouldn’t have understood, didn’t understand. He didn’t want to control her, make her do things. He wanted to please her too desperately. And even if he could’ve stomached doing the things she thought she wanted, and she didn’t think he would’ve been able to, it wouldn’t have been the same, because he wouldn’t have liked it. Wouldn’t have wanted it, and that sense of play-acting would’ve ruined the whole thing.

But Jasper, with his hard kisses and his hand wrapped around her throat, he said he understood. Maybe he did. He kissed her like he did.

She caught her hands curling up into fists again, wanting to clutch him tight, but wanting to be good for him more. Isn’t that what he’d said?Be a good girl for me?God, she wanted to. Yes, she’d challenge and test him during the day, but in this all she wanted to do was give in. Fall, and trust when she did, he’d catch her. She spread her fingers, the backs of them pressing into the sheets.

His hand slipped down her neck to her collarbone and a finger traced along the neckline of her camisole. He hooked a finger over the lace and tugged. She nodded, nodded, yes, yes.

Drawing the stretchy fabric down her chest, he nestled it under her breast. In the air, her nipple gathered and hardened. He brushed an open palm over it and she bit her lip, making a pelvis-deep moan. Concentration etched on his stony face, he cupped her breast and squeezed. Lightly, kneading, then harder and thenhard. “Oh!”

But she didn’t say stop and he didn’t. His fingers dug into her and she finally understood why her friends liked under-the-shirt action. But she didn’t think they did this. At least, it had never sounded like they did this.

Her breast became sensitive and sore under his handling and when she was about to tell him to stop, he palmed her breast and took her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed. Pulled and twisted and pulled again. It was like she was a game of operation, but every time he touched the walls, the buzz electrified her and she wasn’t sorry. She hadn’t lost. This was winning, for sure. A whole new skeleton inside her sent pulses to her pelvis. She was thrashing under his touch, her eyes closed. Everything felt tied up tight, tight, about to burst.

“Are you going to come, Keyne?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you are. I think you’re going to come from me playing with your one, perfect tit. You are. I want you to come for me, sweetheart. Come on.”

She shook her head from side to side, not knowing why. She wouldn’t refuse him and it felt so good and she was so close and, and...

A last hard twist while he yanked her nipple away from her body and she was done for. She cried out and shuddered, her orgasm rocking her from head to toe. When she gathered up the bits of herself that had been blown all over, Jasper was curled close around her, his hand rubbing a soothing rhythm into her arm, his cool, dark voice crooning things into her ear. “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful. I love how you came apart, how you called my name.”

She whispered it then.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“I didn’t know... I didn’t know it could be like that.”

He smiled at her. “You don’t know a lot of things. I’m going to teach you. And I’m going to start here.”

He mirrored his earlier motion on the other side of her camisole, exposing her other breast. It was creamy white, unsullied and aching to be touched, not like the one he’d manhandled moments ago. That one was pink, the nipple a dusky red and sore. “I don’t think I can...”

“You can. You will.”

He lowered his head to her nipple and tongued her. When that got no reaction, he took it in his mouth and sucked, hard. The part of her breast that wasn’t in his mouth, he gathered the flesh between his fingers, rough. She was squirming again, like she’d never gone off, like she hadn’t come for months, years. She never had, not like this.

Jasper sucked at her, rough rhythmic pulls and when he started to use his teeth,bitingher, she lost her mind. In her dreams and fantasies, she’d been handled roughly, but she’d never been able to conjure something like this. He released the abused nub from his teeth, suckled her again, harder still and alternated the motions, his hand still clamped around the rest of her breast.

After a few minutes, her hips were rising off the bed, thrusting into the air while she pressed her head into the pillow, and she knew she was wet between her legs. She wanted to shove her fist in her mouth because the sound that was going to come out of her was going to be embarrassing. But when she came, she forgot to care. Her whole world stopped as the sensation rippled through her. God. Dear god. No wonder people liked orgasms so much.

Jasper was holding her, tight up against him and she nuzzled closer, tucking her head under his chin.

“You can put your hands down, sweetheart. But you were such a good girl for keeping them where I told you.”

Pleasure from his praise flooded her, making her feel like she was glowing, made of decadence and light. She rolled into him and fisted her hands into his shirt, her exposed breasts pushing into the soft fabric. The feel of it against her skin was mild in reality, but it shocked her, like she’d shed a layer of skin and was raw. She was breathing hard and her eyelids fluttered, she couldn’t get control of her small muscles. Jasper hushed her, petted her, pulled her close and murmured, “You’re okay. You’re all right, Keyne. Can you feel my breathing? Breathe with me. Behave and breathe with me.”

It was hard feeling anything but overwhelmed, but when she tried she could find the steady beat of his heart, the even ups and downs of his chest against hers.Behave and breathe with me. It took her a few tries, but then she had her inhales and exhales pegged to his and it felt good. Once she pinned her breath to Jasper’s, she could let go. Like metronomes placed together, they’d fall into synch.

Chapter Eighteen

June

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