over her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. And then his lips followed, and he kissed and suckled her. She wanted to clutch his head and hold him closer, but she couldnât do that. Her arms would not move. Not unless he told them to.
His hand slid between her legs. Open to me, he whispered inside her mind. And then her legs suddenly had the power to move, but only if they moved the way heâd instructed, to part, and when she thought they were wide enough and would have gone still, his will pushed them farther, wider, and she lay there, more exposed than she had ever been. He touched her then, explored her with his fingers, probed deep inside her, pinched her pulsing nub lightly, then harder.
She heard herself whimper in response to that rough touch, and to his teeth on her nipple, mimicking the motion of his fingers. Pinching, tugging. Hurting so deliciously that it felt good. She wanted to arch her back, to push her breasts up in offering. She wanted to wriggle her hips in time with the motions of his hand. But she was motionless. Paralyzed. Helpless.
And then he was sliding down her body, his mouth moving wet and hungry over her belly, her abdomen, before settling finally over her center.
The sensation was too much, and she would havetugged her thighs together to slow it down, but they would not budge. If anything, they opened widerâhe made them open wider, made her hips tip upward to give his mouth even greater access. His tongue snaked out, lapped over her lips and then between them, and then deeper, plunging inside her. Too much. She wanted to draw back, to slow it down. Instead her body obeyed his will, not her own, and her hips thrust upward, grinding her mound against his mouth. He fed from her, licking her as if in a frenzy of hunger. His teeth scraped her, caught her and bit down just enough. And then his hands were on her, spreading her wider, laying her open to his plundering mouth. He ravaged her, and his puppetmaster mind made her own hands go to her breasts, made her own fingers twist her nipples and pinch them.
It was his will, all his. She was no more than a ragdoll, awash in sensation, with no ability to do or say anything in her own defense. He could do what he wanted, and that was precisely what he did. She would not, could not, resist or refuse. And God help her, she didnât want to.
His mind whispered to hers, Give yourself to me. Come for me, Tempest. Do it now.
Her body responded to his command, as he bit and sucked her harder than before, and forced herhands to pinch her nipples harder, until they throbbed and grew hot. She exploded at his command, and he plundered on, taking her while her body convulsed. She wanted to twist away, the sensations were so overpowering, and yet he wouldnât let her, made her lie there, open and utterly helpless to him, until he had taken his fill and reduced her to a shuddering, whimpering mass of sensation.
And then, even before the convulsions had stopped, he was moving up her body and sinking himself deep, deep inside her.
âAgain,â he whispered as he began moving deeper, withdrawing, moving inward again. âMove with me now.â
She did, even though the actions brought too much sensation to bear. And the passion began building before it had even ebbed.
He held her, and drove into her over and over, so deeply he drove the breath from her lungs. And this time, when he neared climax and she did as well, he sank his teeth into her throat, and he drank her essence, her blood.
The power of it nearly made her body shake apart with the release. It was above and beyond any orgasm sheâd ever experienced. She felt everything. His body hard and pulsing, invading hers, filling her.His teeth embedded in the flesh of her throat as his mouth drained the very lifeblood from her body. She was his, utterly and completely his, and her mind and body exploded around him, because he commanded it. And it was powerful.
So powerful, in
His hand slid between her legs. Open to me, he whispered inside her mind. And then her legs suddenly had the power to move, but only if they moved the way heâd instructed, to part, and when she thought they were wide enough and would have gone still, his will pushed them farther, wider, and she lay there, more exposed than she had ever been. He touched her then, explored her with his fingers, probed deep inside her, pinched her pulsing nub lightly, then harder.
She heard herself whimper in response to that rough touch, and to his teeth on her nipple, mimicking the motion of his fingers. Pinching, tugging. Hurting so deliciously that it felt good. She wanted to arch her back, to push her breasts up in offering. She wanted to wriggle her hips in time with the motions of his hand. But she was motionless. Paralyzed. Helpless.
And then he was sliding down her body, his mouth moving wet and hungry over her belly, her abdomen, before settling finally over her center.
The sensation was too much, and she would havetugged her thighs together to slow it down, but they would not budge. If anything, they opened widerâhe made them open wider, made her hips tip upward to give his mouth even greater access. His tongue snaked out, lapped over her lips and then between them, and then deeper, plunging inside her. Too much. She wanted to draw back, to slow it down. Instead her body obeyed his will, not her own, and her hips thrust upward, grinding her mound against his mouth. He fed from her, licking her as if in a frenzy of hunger. His teeth scraped her, caught her and bit down just enough. And then his hands were on her, spreading her wider, laying her open to his plundering mouth. He ravaged her, and his puppetmaster mind made her own hands go to her breasts, made her own fingers twist her nipples and pinch them.
It was his will, all his. She was no more than a ragdoll, awash in sensation, with no ability to do or say anything in her own defense. He could do what he wanted, and that was precisely what he did. She would not, could not, resist or refuse. And God help her, she didnât want to.
His mind whispered to hers, Give yourself to me. Come for me, Tempest. Do it now.
Her body responded to his command, as he bit and sucked her harder than before, and forced herhands to pinch her nipples harder, until they throbbed and grew hot. She exploded at his command, and he plundered on, taking her while her body convulsed. She wanted to twist away, the sensations were so overpowering, and yet he wouldnât let her, made her lie there, open and utterly helpless to him, until he had taken his fill and reduced her to a shuddering, whimpering mass of sensation.
And then, even before the convulsions had stopped, he was moving up her body and sinking himself deep, deep inside her.
âAgain,â he whispered as he began moving deeper, withdrawing, moving inward again. âMove with me now.â
She did, even though the actions brought too much sensation to bear. And the passion began building before it had even ebbed.
He held her, and drove into her over and over, so deeply he drove the breath from her lungs. And this time, when he neared climax and she did as well, he sank his teeth into her throat, and he drank her essence, her blood.
The power of it nearly made her body shake apart with the release. It was above and beyond any orgasm sheâd ever experienced. She felt everything. His body hard and pulsing, invading hers, filling her.His teeth embedded in the flesh of her throat as his mouth drained the very lifeblood from her body. She was his, utterly and completely his, and her mind and body exploded around him, because he commanded it. And it was powerful.
So powerful, in
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