Page 61 of Shattered & Returned

My body screamedyes, thighs trembling, yet my lips stayed sealed.

“Drenched for me,” he growled, tracing my entrance with maddening lightness. “But your virgin body is not ready.” His thumb pressed against my sensitive peak instead. “You’ll give it to me willingly or not at all.”

“How…how do you know I’m a virgin?” I breathed out in a haze of lust.

“You have to ask, little flower?” His gaze hid centuries of secrets and pain and longing that I couldn’t begin to fathom.

An ice-cold realization cleaved through the heat. Had the others been virgins too?Their faces—my face across time—flashed behind my eyelids. My chest constricted, my lungs seized, but not from asthma.

Lure. Seduce. Destroy.

Was I his mark, his new obsession?

I was exactly where he wanted me to be.

Every reassurance from his lips rang hollow. Something in me was broken—broken enough to crave the very danger that might end me.

“What are you thinking, little flower?”His hand twisted into my wild hair.“Tell me those intriguing thoughts spinning behind your eyes.”

“Nothing.”I pressed my lips together.

“Liar.”He yanked my hair hard enough to wrench a gasp from me.“Give me your truth, if nothing else.”

My whisper shook: “You’ll be the death of me.”

His laugh was dark and silky.“You’re just realizing that now?”

The evening had taken a dark turn, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to leave, not when his fingers worked into my tight passage, not deep, but enough to make me shudder.

Pain and pleasure entwined.

“You want more of this, don’t you?”he purred.“Soon, you’ll beg for it.”

“I won’t beg.”My voice shivered.“You’ll give it to me. And you’ll sayplease.”

He chuckled as he pushed his fingers deep into my wet heat. His other hand came down hard across my rear. My back arched, a moan rising deep in my throat.

“I need to taste you.”His voice was rough as he withdrew his fingers, turning me away from him.

Before us, a stone table emerged from the ground, its surface strewn with furs, just like last time.

“Bend over it.”

I obeyed, bracing my hands against the cool stone. The rasp of his zipper sent a shiver through me. I glanced back over my shoulder and gasped.

He had his cock out, silky, golden-brown, massive, and hard as granite.

“You said you wouldn’t…”I whimpered, the protest dying on my lips.

I didn’t finish my sentence. Couldn’t make up my mind. I was worried on multiple levels, but my body yearned for him, desperately wanting his cock in me. I couldn’t fight this, like it was fate.

“Just a taste, baby,”he growled, his voice rough with restraint.“I won’t go more than two inches into you. Your maidenhood stays intact. For now.”

“But what if you lose control?”I demanded.

He laughed lowly. “I’ve had enough practice.”

Practice with whom?

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