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“Zeke, please.” Eve gasps, writhing beneath me. “I need you inside me. Please fuck me.”

The desperate edge in her voice makes my cock throb painfully. I feel the heat radiating from her core, smell how wet she is for me. But I’m not done torturing her breasts yet.I capture both nipples between thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling them as I suck bruising kisses across the soft swells.

“Please,” she moans again, her voice breaking. “I need you. Please fuck me.”

Her raw need fills the room with crackling sexual tension. Every cell in my body claims her. I want to bury myself in her wet heat. But first, I’m going to drive her absolutely wild.

I draw back to gaze down at her, my desire intensifying at the sight of her bound and with marked breasts. Her nipples are swollen and red from my attention, surrounded by purple bruises of possession.

Mine.

“Look at you,” I murmur, trailing one finger down the valley between her breasts. “So beautiful like this. Bound and desperate for my cock.”

Eve shivers at my words.

“I’m going to take you apart piece by piece.” I tell her, my voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “Make you beg for every touch, every kiss, every thrust. The question is,” I lean down, nipping sharply at her earlobe, “can you submit to me completely when we’re behind closed doors? Give yourself over to my control?”

A soft mewl escapes her throat as I drag my teeth down the sensitive skin of her neck. Her pulse races beneath my lips, betraying her excitement even as uncertainty flickers across her face.

“I need an answer, Eve.” I pull back to meet her gaze. “Will you submit? Let me dominate you completely?”

The edge in my voice makes her breath catch. There’s conflict in her emerald eyes—the SVU detective who’s used to being in control warring with the woman who craves submission in the bedroom.

“Yes,” she finally whispers, her voice trembling. “Yes, I’ll submit to you in the bedroom.”

A dangerous smile curves my lips as I trace one finger along her jawline. “Good girl. Now,” I grip her chin firmly, forcing her to maintain eye contact, “I’m going to make you scream.”

I grip Eve’s thighs, spreading her legs wide as I position myself at her entrance. Her skin is flushed, chest heaving with rapid breaths as she stares up at me through those mesmerizing emerald eyes.

“Say it again.” I rub the head of my cock through her wet folds. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I’m yours, Zeke. Please …”

The desperate need in her tone makes my cock throb. I press forward slowly, watching her face as I ease inside her tight heat inch by inch. Her walls clench around me, drawing me deeper as a broken moan escapes her throat.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groan, gripping her hips tightly as I bottom out. The sight of her bound and impaled on my cock is intoxicating. Her breasts bounce with each thrust as I set a steady rhythm, claiming her with deep, measured strokes.

Eve arches beneath me, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me closer. “Please.” She gasps. “Harder … I need …”

I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing her moans as I pick up the pace. Her walls flutter around me, drawing me deeper with each thrust. The wet sounds of our coupling fill the room, mixing with our harsh breaths and desperate groans.

“Come for me,” I command against her lips, snaking one hand between us to rub tight circles on her clit. “Let go, love. Show me how good I make you feel.”

She shatters with a cry of my name, her body clenching around me like a vice. The sight of her coming undone triggersmy own release, and I bury myself deep with a growl as pleasure explodes through my body.

I collapse onto Eve, still buried deep inside her as we both struggle to catch our breath. Her skin is slick with sweat beneath mine, her chest heaving against my own. I press my face into her neck, breathing in the intoxicating mix of her perfume and our sex.

“Fuck,” she whispers, her voice deliciously hoarse. Her bound arms strain against the silk restraints, and I reach up to gently untie them. As soon as her hands are free, she wraps them around my shoulders, holding me close.

The intimacy of the moment hits me hard. This isn’t just sex anymore—this is something deeper, more dangerous. The way she yields to me, trusts me with her submission. A fierce need to protect, to possess, to cherish.

I roll to my side, bringing her with me. Her leg drapes over my hip as she snuggles closer, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone. My hands roam over her curves, memorizing every dip and swell of her body.

“You’re incredible,” I murmur into her hair, tightening my arms around her. The marks I left on her breasts fill me with savage satisfaction.

Eve hums, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. “That was … intense,” she says softly. A slight tremor in her voice betrays her lingering vulnerability.

I tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. Those emerald eyes are still heavy-lidded with satisfaction, but uncertainty lurks in their depths. “Having second thoughts about submitting to me?” I ask, keeping my tone light despite the sudden tension in my gut.