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And it feels sogood.

I pull in a startled breath as he suddenly pulls his fingers out of my pussy and slides them straight up to my asshole, using the slick, silky moisture of my desire to ease his path. He plays around a little there, teasing me, sending raptures of joy through my body as he presses around the tightly puckered hole. Then he slowly slides one finger inside me.

I suck in a ragged breath, the illicit sensation of his rude invasion driving me a little wild.

He adds a second finger and an eager moan rumbles out of me. I love this. I’ve always loved it. And he knows that only too well.

He uses these two fingers to stretch me out, moving slowly in and out of the tight channel until I stop resisting. Then he pulls them out and a second later I feel his cock pressing against the entrance to my pussy. Without a word, he slides his cock deep inside me, then begins to pound into me, his breathing quickening in sync with my own.

But it seems that’s not the focus of his end game and he pulls out of me after a few strokes and slides the head of his cock up to my ass.

I let out another moan of excitement as he draws more delicious thrills of sensation from the sensitive bundle of nerves there, sliding himself over and over me till I think I’m going to die with want.

‘You ready for this?’ he murmurs.

‘Yes, yes, do it!’ I groan, not caring about anything except the thrill of finally experiencing something so thoroughly indecent and tawdry. So unladylike. So contrary to the civilised, controlled veneer I have to project in my day-to-day life.

It’s such a turn-on for me and I ache for it.

My slickness is still coating his shaft so he slides into me fairly easily, opening me up to his intrusion, though he takes it slowly, giving me time to adjust to his substantial girth. His path burns through me, but it’s a good pain, one I’m enjoying more than I can express in words.

It’s so filthy. Lewd. Illicit.

To me it’s the ultimate carnal act. There’s something about the vulgarity of it that really turns me on. It’s rude, crude and dirty, and I love it. Love giving myself over to it.

Once he’s as deep inside me as he can go, he holds himself there for a moment, seeming to enjoy the power he has over me and my needs, before drawing slowly out of me again, making me shiver with delight before pushing back into me again.

I no longer have control over the guttural groans of pleasure coming from deep in my throat as he works my ass, sending dizzying quivers of elation racing through my entire body.

A wave of emotion rushes through me as he continues to take what he wants from me and I suddenly feel the need to ground myself before I totally lose control.

‘Want to know a secret?’ I whisper.

He stills his movements and his fingers dig into my hips, his body pressed hard against mine, as if it’s taking all his willpower not to keep moving and listen to what I have to say.

‘Yes,’ he says in a low, fervent tone. ‘I do.’

‘I’ve only ever done this with you,’ I murmur, my voice guttural and saturated with pleasure. I want him to know that I’m putting my faith in him with this. That I trust he won’t let me down by spilling my secrets again.

He leans down and kisses me between my shoulder blades, his breath hot on my back. ‘That makes me very happy,’ he murmurs against my skin before resuming the exhilarating sensation of his thrusts inside me, taking me to the edge of ecstasy over and over again until I can’t stand it any longer and have to move my hand down between my legs to stroke my finger over and over my clit for release from it.

I come hard, seeing stars and patterns in front of my eyes, my world a kaleidoscope of colour. It’s the most breathtakingly fierce orgasm I’ve ever had and a low, animalistic sound resonates from deep in my lungs, rudely breaking the heavy tranquillity of the air around us.

This seems to arouse Jamie even more and through my haze of pleasure I feel him pound into me harder and faster until he lets out his own low, angry-sounding growl and finally shudders to a halt, his cock buried deep inside me.

‘Fuck. That was incredible,’ he says after a few moments when neither of us seem able to speak or move.

He slides his hands under my body and wraps his arms around my waist, pinning me there under him, as if he’s claiming me for his own. As if I’m not allowed to leave until he says so.

My heart leaps with happiness at the sensation of feeling so wanted, so cherished, so coveted.

I really believe now that he’s truly sorry for what he did to me, and for the way he’s behaved ever since. For all the pain he’s caused me.

As I lie there under him, enjoying the feeling of being trapped by his powerful body, I wonder whether he was right about this being a way for us to make things right between us. Something that’s been impossible during our brief, angry clashes in London, where we’ve circled around each other like angry dogs snapping and spoiling for a fight.

The simple, serene atmosphere on the island has done my state of mind so much good.

Positivity rises through my body, riding a wave of optimism. Does this mean we could get to a point where the two of us could be close again? Where we could actually consider being together? Once my father hands over the business to me, I’ll finally be free of his tyranny. I’ll be the one in charge, both of the company and my life.