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“Now, Skye,” he commanded. “Come for me, beautiful girl.”

She came apart under his hands. Just shattered—he could feel it. She called out, her body writhing, her tight little cunt clenching hard around his fingers. She was soaking wet, her hips arching. Fucking beautiful.

He’d never needed to come so badly in his life.

It only made him work her mercilessly, roughly, milking her orgasm for all it was worth until she was squirming and moaning in his lap, her head thrashing. Totally undone.

When it was over, he could hear the ragged cadence of her breath, and his own. His cock was still rock-hard beneath her. Hurting.

Didn’t matter. All that mattered was serving her needs. That was his job. And this was her first time. He certainly couldn’t fuck her now. Irresponsible. That’s what it would be if he did what he wanted to do—flip her onto her back, lower his body over her lovely body, inhale the scent of her flesh, of her desire, her come, and plow into that wet, silken cunt until he emptied himself into her.

Christ.

He shook his head. What was wrong with him?

Do your job. Just take care of her.

He pulled her up so she was sitting in his lap and put his arm around her. Taking her chin in his hand, he searched her eyes, which were a warm golden-brown. Whiskey eyes. She was fairly deep in subspace and they were glossy with her climax, her lids half-closed.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Skye,” he murmured. “Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. And you take it so well. Your body soaks up the pain. Revels in it.”

He paused to brush her hair from her face, to admire the pink pout of her mouth. Somehow, he managed to resist the urge to kiss her, but Lord, his mouth, his entire body, ached with that need.

It was something he didn’t do with the girls he trained. This was power play, the thing he got off on, the thing he did so well. Not a relationship, which was something he didn’t do, either, for damn good reason. He only ever kissed the women he dated, fucked, and they were always vanilla girls that knew nothing of who and what he really was. Again, for good reason. If he ever dared to mix the two… But he wouldn’t.

She blinked up at him, a question clear in the way she drew her brows together.

“You did a beautiful job, Skye. Absolutely perfect. I have to try some other things with you, but later. Later. You’re done for now. Come on, lean into me.”

He stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bed, laid her down and draped a blanket over her. He watched her for several moments, his gaze roving the hills and valleys of her body beneath the cashmere blanket, then up to her now-calm gaze, her flushed cheeks.

Need to get my head clear. Need just a minute.

“I’ll bring you something to drink,” he told her before walking from the room.

What the hell was wrong with him? Adam paced his narrow kitchen, a glass of water in his hand. He should bring it to her. But he needed time to calm down.

Christ, the way she’d squirmed and moaned in my lap…

He’d spanked dozens of other beautiful women, but none had ever affected him the way Skye did. He hadn’t fucking allowed it. What was it about her? Maybe the way she’d fought so hard when they were talking about her submitting, then slipped into it as easily as any experienced bottom the moment he’d laid his hands on her? It was a heady feeling, watching her go down like that.

Whatever it was, he had the hard-on of his life and he’d been seconds from tearing his clothes off and fucking her senseless.

Unforgivable, that loss of control for a Dom.

Even now he couldn’t get the image out of his mind of her skin pinking so beautifully under his hands. That glorious mass of chestnut hair falling over her naked back. Fucking poetry, everything about this woman.

Was that why he needed to kiss her as badly as he needed to fuck her?

He shook his head at his translucent reflection in the kitchen window, frowning.

He had to get back in there. Inexcusable to leave her alone for more than a few moments after her first play session.

He scrubbed at his goatee, dragged in a long breath, blew it out and headed back to the bedroom.

She was draped across his bed, her pose languorous, utterly relaxed. The blanket he’d wrapped her in had slipped down, exposing her flawless breasts. Unbelievable, that gorgeous skin, the areola a dusky pink, her darker pink nipples swollen and so damn succulent all he wanted was to take them in his mouth and suck.

Instead, he bent over her and helped her to sit up and take a few sips of water.

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