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sounds of approval at the back of her throat as she sucked me deeper for endless minutes.
Eventually, she rose, sultry satisfaction on her face as she stared at me. ‘Thank you, Jensen. That was beautiful.’
I didn’t want the words to touch my soul, but they did. And it unsettled me a whole lot more than I cared to admit. Not enough for me to consider putting the brakes on this thing, though. Not enough to stop me from leaning closer, staring deep into her eyes. ‘May I touch you now,min elskerinde?’
‘I’d like that very much, Jensen.’ She sank back against the bedding and, like last night, lifted her arms high above her head. ‘Come here. And bring the condoms with you.’
CHAPTER SIX
MY VOICE MIGHT have been calm and masterful, but inside I was anything but. I was shaken down to
my core, terrified of the emotions sweeping through me.
I hadn’t expected Jensen to readily admit to being a submissive, nor had I been prepared for the
profound awe his admission would make me feel.
My mood had swung from being disgruntled about the snowstorm stranding me here to wanting it to
last for a few hours. Maybe a whole day. Or two.
I wanted, no,neededthe freedom to explore him. Explore myself in a way that I hadn’t truly been able to in a very long time. But even as greed and lust and anticipation built inside me, so did a knot of tension. I couldn’t afford to get carried away with this. Not when I had enough baggage to fill this cabin a dozen times over.
Not when he had his own baggage, in a Stephanie-shaped form specifically, that I couldn’t help but
resent even though I knew it was unfair. I had no claim on him, nor he on me.
But for as long as the storm raged outside, he was mine.
I watched him roll the condom between his fingers, his eyes on me. At my nod, he tore it open and
glided it down his long, delicious cock. Because it seemed as if I’d waited for ever, I didn’t beat about the bush. And he either had amazing recovery skills or he was just as desperate as I was. He
positioned himself between my thighs, and I looked into his eyes. ‘Fuck me, Jensen. Fuck me hard.’
‘It’ll be my pleasure,min elskerinde.’
My mistress.
Power and gratitude surged through me, coated with the soul-deep yearning that threatened to break
the leash I’d kept on it. I slackened the tight reins on my emotions, coaxed into almost feeling safe in this isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. It was the least I could do considering Jensen had gifted me with his sublime submission. Wasn’t it?
Rationale ceased to matter as his cock probed my entrance. Like the confidence with which he’d
gone down on me in the tent last night, he slid in with one firm stroke, powerful, stretching me with enough friction and pressure to make me gasp. Pleasure rolled through me, intensifying as I saw it
reflected in his blue eyes.
He muttered something in Danish.
‘I like it when you speak in your mother tongue,’ I said, my voice not quite steady.
He gave a strained smile, his nostrils flaring as he withdrew and thrust hard inside me.
‘Talk dirty Danish to me,’ I commanded.
Bracing himself on his elbows, he brushed his lips against mine. Then the sexy torrent began.