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His breathing stopped and the weight of his chest lifted almost imperceptibly. Just as I began to feel concerned, he raised his head and peered down at me with a heat that bordered on blinding. “Forget fucking you in the morning, I’m going to make you come again now.”

My body clenched around him of its own accord as he pulled his thick length from my depths. He placed his hands on my waist and flipped me onto my front without effort.

“Do you trust me?”

Do you trust me?

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Open your legs for me.”

I buried my face into the bedsheets, acutely aware my bottom was right in front of his eyes. I forced my thighs apart and heard a soft moan behind me.

“I’m going to slide into you again, okay? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Slowly, he fed his length back into me. His come made it slide in more easily the second time. When he was fully embedded, he slid a hand beneath my stomach and pushed it down to my clit, then he fingered it tenderly.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, laying just enough of his weight on my back for me to feel dominated but not threatened. He moved inside me more easily this time, his lips tickling the nape of my neck. My eyelids fluttered closed at the feel of his thick fingers massaging my nub. I loved feeling his tongue and lips at my core, but feeling his firm fingers massaging me along with his thick cock stroking my sore insides, blew that sensation out of the water.

“Are you okay?” he asked, for what felt like the millionth time.

This time I could only nod, because the heat radiating out from my core rendered me speechless.

“I can hold out for longer now.” His voice was even deeper, scraping at the foot of his lungs. “So, tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded again, my mouth buried into the sheets. “Mm-hm.”

“So slick,” he mused. “Like a damn rose petal.” His breath thickened. “Fuck.”

I somehow managed to move my head enough to free my mouth. “So good, Dax.”

He throbbed above and inside me. “So good, baby.”

Long, slow lengths massaged my newly broken walls while his talented fingers worked miracles over my clit. My entire body fizzed and coiled.

His bows nestled into my neck and his hot breath skittered across my back. “Jeez, I’m close again. What have you done to me?”

I squirmed beneath him, needing a release, needing something. Tension gripped my insides so tightly I couldn’t tell where the desire was coming from or how that layered thirst could be quenched. He was massaging the outside of me and the inside of me; I was going to burst from one of those things.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.” The proclamations began as whispers but they seemed to spur him on. His cock pushed deeper and his fingers worked harder. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh God.”

“Shit Rose, you’re gonna make me come.” His breath hit the shell of my ear in ragged pants.

“Dax—” I gripped the bedsheets and buried my mouth in them, my eyes squeezed shut. What the hell?

He thrust hard and flicked my clit with a roar. I had an animal on top of me, inside me, releasing me. My whole body froze, then shook, tightened then released. Pleasure rippled from my centre to my skin and I screamed into the sheets as Dax unanchored a long stream of curses.

His thrusts continued even after he burst inside me. He fucked me slowly back to earth, wrapping his arms around me and whispering sweet words in my ear. “Just beautiful. The perfect rose. The sweetest smell. The softest bloom…”

And I was in heaven.

Chapter Thirteen

Rose

I woke up from the deepest most blissful sleep I’d had in a long time, with an actual smile on my face. I was probably not the first girl to think this after her first time, but I genuinely believed it. I was in love.

It didn’t matter that he’d locked me up in a tower until he could make me his. In some dark, fucked up way, I understood. We were both scarred. We both knew what it was to feel less than, and nothing less than petrified at the thought of not getting the one we want. How much more perfect could this be? I wanted him. He wanted me. I went into this arrangement for the money, not for a second expecting to find love. But love was worth so much more than money; I would take the jewel of a heart over a wad of cash any day.

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