Page 34 of Betrayed

“No! Never.”

“And did you love him any less?”

“He was my life.”

“Then you dishonor the feelings he had for you by thinking he would have wanted less for you.” Lightly, he brushed a tendril of hair off her cheek. “You’re still young, vibrant, and healthy. To stagnate your life and lose more than you already have is another tragedy.”

She glanced up at him suspiciously. “What are you? A psychologist?”

“Hardly,” he chuckled, “but I have spent my life observing people, both in my career and as a dominant. I’ve gained a bit of insight along the way.”

“What career would that be?”

“A conversation for another day.” He lowered his head and as his mouth softly brushed over the fullness of her lips, she responded, opening for him eagerly, and he couldn’t resist tasting her again.

The smoldering heat reignited with the touch of their tongues. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck, her fingers threading through the longish waves at his nape. Losing himself to the velvety warmth of her mouth, he commanded more, and she gave it up freely, yielding to both the burning passion of the kiss and his demanding mastery.

The whimpers of surrender coming from her throat reminded him of how ragged her emotions were, and he reluctantly ended the kiss. “You should get started home.”

“No! Please.”Her arms tightened around his neck, her fingers gripping so tight his scalp tingled. “I don’t want to go yet.”

“Mari...” Wanting her, but not at the risk of confusing her more, he pulled away his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her trembling lips.

Blinking up at him, her azure eyes liquid pools of appeal, she cut at his heart with her plea. “I don’t want to be stagnant.”

He made two decisions at that moment. He would fuck her as she obviously wanted, but not as she expected. It would be his way, or no way. Lifting her up, he turned her to face him.

“Straddle my thighs.”

She scrambled to obey, losing her blanket as she did. His hands dropped between them, first, digging into a pocket to fish out a condom then, moving to his zipper and freeing himself. Her indrawn breath wasn’t an unusual response, but from her, it sent a tremor of hungry desire shooting through him. Hard from wanting her for so long, his cock jerked between them, brushing her belly. He bit back a groan, ready to spend himself already.

Act like the dom you are, Durand!

Her hands sliding up his chest and her hips arching to rub against his rampant erection weren’t helping. He needed inside her, now. Arturo pressed the condom into her hand.

“See to me.” His gruff order reflected his waning control.

Hastily, she ripped the wrapper apart and rolled the latex down his cock. Fingers flexing on her waist, he lifted her.

“Guide me inside,” he growled.

Fumbling only the slightest bit, she aligned the head with her drenched opening and settled her body weight onto him, sinking deep. Her head dropped back, exposing the vulnerable skin of her throat. He latched onto it as he crushed her breasts against his chest. With his hands holding the twin globes of her ass, he lifted her, thrusting upward as he allowed her to glide back down.

Her pussy rippled around him—gloriously wet and hot—as she accepted him fully. Moans, breathless and erotic, emerged from her throat at the same time a carnal groan rumbled up from inside him.

“Mon Dieu, you feel amazing. Ride me.”

As she moved upon him, he let go of her divine ass and cupped her breasts, which were bobbing up and down temptingly. His thumb rubbed across one nipple, flicking the hard tip with its edge as his mouth engulfed the other. Drawing hard, he sucked as his finger joined his thumb, pinching the other firmly.

Although he had vowed to keep it strictly straight, he couldn’t keep from giving her just a taste of the erotic pain she yearned for so much. His teeth and fingers increased the pressure. The arching of her back as she pushed her breasts out for more was his reward.

Held at bay too long, his need for her spiraled upward, and he surged into her, meeting the downward slide of her clenching pussy repeatedly. With a deliberate twist of his fingers, along with the sinking of his teeth firmly into the taut point in his mouth, he sent her spinning out of control.

Her cries filled the room as she jerked above him, finding her ecstasy. That was all the impetus he needed as his body went rigid, his balls drew up tight, and with a shout of pleasure, he poured his essence into her.

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