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His hands moved, rough and large over my hips. The pain as he rubbed my punished skin registered as something remote, far below the surface. I was swimming in a warm sea of sensations and Rager was at the center of it all.
“I give it,” I whispered as his other hand closed on my nape. “I give you all.”
“And I take it.”
A merciless grip pulled my neck down and Rager kissed me. This kiss was nothing like last time. This was a claim as well as a surrender. A brand on both our souls. His tongue glided onto mine, the texture raspy and seductive as his taste filled my mouth. I kissed him back with all I had to offer. All I was.
We melted into each other, the kiss dissolving reality into a meaningless blur. My hands fumbled down, the heat spreading between my legs, the need for his flesh like a thirst. I had to be his, had to feel the possession of my flesh by his.
As my hands closed on his leather pants, he stopped. The hold on my neck turned cruel.
“No.” There was an animal growl in his voice. “I take you. I will always take you. This is my privilege as well as your duty. You will bend to my will and I will do as I please with your body. Never the reverse.”
Heat flooded my body, arousal like nothing I ever thought possible making me mad with need.
Rager did as he had promised. There was nothing gentle in the way he took me.
He lifted me as easily as a doll, bracing my weight against the wooden bench. In a few movements at my back, he discarded his leather pants. The sound of my dress ripping filled the cabin as he freed me from the ruined silk.
“Spread your legs.” The command was rough, obedience expected. “Bend forward. I want to see your holes.”
I did as I was told, spreading my knees far apart and bending my body on the bench, bracing my breasts on its smooth, worn surface. The obedience was freeing in some way I couldn’t explain, giving up the control some sort of release in itself. I was free to just feel, completely trusting in the hands of Rager as his fingertips trailed up and down between my butt cheeks, sliding over my tiny, puckered hole. I shivered as he lingered there, rubbing the tight ring of muscles until I relaxed.
He pushed his thumb inside, and I whimpered under the assault of sensation.
“Yes, Serena. You are mine, all mine.” Rager pushed his thumb inside all the way in and at the same time, the fingers in his other hand rubbed over my clit. The swollen bud almost danced at the contact, pulsing with the need for more. “I will enjoy your body in all the ways I want and I will give you more pleasure than you think you can handle.”
“Oh, yes...” was all I could say before Rager took possession of my soul and my body.
Chapter Sixteen
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Rager
She was mine for the taking. My female, my mate, the other half of my soul.
