Page 61 of Dangerous Games (Tempting SEALs 2)

"So we play by my rules."

Morganna shivered as he pulled his gaze from hers and let it travel over her body. Her upthrust breasts, the flushed mound of her sex, her legs, still encased in the fishnet stockings.

"It's time to set some rules in place." He sighed as his eyes met hers once again and he shook his head as though in chastisement. "You were very naughty today, Morganna."

Okay, that shouldn't turn her on. It sure as hell shouldn't have her womb clenching, knotting like a fist as pleasure rocked through her body.

"I'm always naughty," she informed him, tugging at the cuffs as she stared back at him suspiciously. "It's part of my nature. And this is not gaining you brownie points, Clint. I'm already upset with you."

"You stay upset with me, Morganna," he said as he cupped the breast nearest to him, his thumb flicking over the hard peaks, catching the little gold rings there and tugging at them as heated pleasure rushed from the tips.

Her breath caught in her throat. She was not going to get turned on over this "Me Dom, you sub" stuff, she assured herself. But she could not help but admit she was so turned on, so wet and close to orgasm, that it would take very little to set her off. Swirls of sensation pulsed from her nipple to her vagina, breathtaking jumps of electric hot pleasure that had her eyes threatening to close weakly.

"This is no way ..." she gasped as his fingers moved to her other breast, tweaking at the nipple there. "No way to

soothe my anger, Clint."

"Who says I want to soothe it, sugar?" he asked, his voice impossibly gentle despite the fire burning in his eyes. "Maybe I want to see it burn hotter, brighter. Maybe your anger turns me on."

That she didn't doubt. ;

"It's just the challenge." She tried to control her breathing, but it was a hopeless battle. "You're a control freak, Clint. You can't control me."

"Bet me?"

Oh hell. She moaned at the excitement churning through her now.

"Clint, sex is supposed to be a participation thing." She was fighting to breathe, and thinking was quickly giving way to feeling as his fingers began to trail down her belly.

"Hmm. You get to participate, baby." His smile wasn't comforting; it was frankly sexual. "In plenty of ways." His fingers gripped the small gold ring at her belly button.

She stared up at him, seeing the savage features of his face as they planed out, tightened with the hunger that glittered in his eyes. His lips were full, mobile, eatable. God, she needed his kiss, his touch.

Her hips arched from the mattress as he pushed her legs apart, his hands smoothing up the threads of her stockings.

"I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy," he growled. "Until you're sweating, reaching, certain release is but a second away. And then I'm going to turn you over, baby, pet that pretty little ass, then show you just how good it can hurt."

She shuddered, feeling her juices spill from between her thighs as she stared back at him, wide-eyed, maybe a little locked. But definitely aroused. Too aroused. "Oh God ..." Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his fingers slide through the saturated folds of her pussy, felt her clit swelling, her womb clenching. "Don't you torture me, Clint. I'll get you back; you know I will."

His finger pressed against her clit, rotated, and she swore she saw stars.

"It's not nice to threaten your Dom, baby," he growled before his fingers slid down again, then moved slowly inside her.

One. A smooth achingly slow thrust that had her fighting to breathe. He retreated seconds later, only to return with two fingers, stretching her, making her ache for more.

"So sweet and tight," he whispered, kneeling in between her thighs, his cock putting out heavily, the head almost a ruby red as it throbbed only inches from her desperate, willing flesh.

"Okay, I'll beg." She arched to him, only to have him retreat. "Dammit, Clint, this isn't fair. I'm a novice, remember? You're supposed to go easy on me. Fuck me, damn you."

"Soon." His fingers worked inside her again as his hand twisted, pulling a ragged groan from her chest. A second later it was a cry as his thumb raked her clit.

This was too good. A person could die of pleasure, couldn't she?

"Damn, you're wet, baby." His fingers slid free again. "Hot and sweet and wet. I think you're ready for me."

"Duh!" she snapped in reply, jerking at the cuffs. "God, Clint, let me go. Please let me touch you."

"Watch, Morganna," he crooned as he came closer, his hard hands lifting her hips high before he shoved a pillow beneath them, then another.

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