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Of course, I keep on pushing. I have to prove to Bastien that he’s a lot stronger than the imaginary beast he fears. “Let go of me. I need to find a new hunting partner. I wonder if Jackson would be interested.”
And that right there did it. Breaking the laws of physics and time, Bastien has me against the wall with his hand at my throat before I realize I’m moving. “The hell you are. You fucking belong to me.”
His lips crush against mine, wasting no time claiming every part of my mouth with his tongue. Bastien’s kiss is frantic, but I don’t dare try to calm him down. He needs this, needs to exorcise his demons. Besides, I want this. Oh god, do I want this.
I moan into his mouth until his fingers squeeze slightly around my neck. I bite his bottom lip, and his pelvis thrusts forward automatically. The hand clutching my throat lets go, making me whimper, but I’m soon singing a different tune when his fingers trail down my shoulder and then grip my breast.
Too much fabric in the way. I would love to tell him that, but talking would mean pulling my lips away, possibly breaking the spell. Can’t risk it. Bastien must read my mind and thankfully agrees. Hungry fingers slip beneath my sweatshirt, ripping upward without warning.
I reach for Bastien’s uniform top, pulling it from his belt to do the same, but all I get for my effort is my hands pinned above my head. Bastien pulls a knife from his pocket and flashes the blade at me.
My chin lifts in defiance, knowing what he’s trying to do. “You won’t hurt me.”
The cold metal slides down my arm and quickly cuts one bra strap, then the other. I hold my breath when the blade slips between my breasts. One swift pull slices the fabric, reducing the bra to scrap.
Bastien shoves the wicked knife back into its holster and pulls the wasted fabric from my body. His free hand closes over a breast, and I hiss with the contact, arching my back to press harder into his hand.
His hot mouth finds mine again, slower, more controlled this time. Bastien forces my legs open with a knee between my thighs, but his leg doesn’t touch me where I need it. I tug against his grip, wanting to ride his leg to ease some of the pressure building. “Need something, Petit Oiseau?”
“I need you to either touch me or let me touch myself.”
Bastien presses his lips to my ear and whispers, “No one touches what’s mine.”
His hand leaves my breast to join the other, sliding down my back. Together, they shove into the back of my leggings and panties, squeezing my ass. Bastien lifts me, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. And then, he starts to move.
Bastien thrusts against me once before turning toward the hallway leading to my room. I wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling, only letting go when we’ve reached my bed and he commands me to.
The next thing I know, I’m freefalling, and Bastien’s hands in my leggings execute a brilliant move, stripping off my clothes as I fall. Glad I wasn’t wearing any shoes.
So now, I’m lying naked on my bed, aching to be filled while Bastien stands and stares. So far, he’s run this show, but I’m ready to start pushing him again.
Since he’s only watching, I lift a hand and glide it over my stomach toward my center. I’ve just dipped a finger between my lips when Bastien lunges. He straddles my body, still fully clothed, once again pinning my hands above my head. “Keep them there,” he orders in a strangled voice.
I tug against his hold, and Bastien snarls. “I’ve got reason enough to redden your ass. Don’t push me, brat.”
Bastien stands upright again without waiting for an acknowledgment and removes his boots. His Knot Corp shirt goes next, and then he releases the belt of his black tactical pants. Before stripping them off, he reaches back and pulls out his wallet, fishing for a condom.
I can’t take my eyes off his remarkable body. Sculpted abs and chest compete with flexing biceps and arm veins. All those fine physical attributes pale as Bastien shoves his pants down slowly. My eyes follow the happy trail of hair and the V-cut muscles all the way down to the massive dick that springs free.
All I can think at that moment is, thank god for college stupidity. On a dare, a few girls in my sorority bought dildos to dispatch our virginity. Bastien will still be my first, but at least I won’t have to worry about the awkward conversation or pain.
After the mental detour, I want to smack myself for allowing my mind to stray from the male perfection before me for even a moment. Bastien drops his pants carefully on the floor in consideration of his many weapons and finally turns to face me fully.
All the spit in my mouth dries up at the sight, but I don’t get to appreciate the view for long. Seeing my hands where he commanded them, Bastien smiles darkly. “Hmm. Good girl.“
Bastien props a knee on the bed between my open thighs and hovers over me, staring. He lowers to take my lips in a brief yet sensual kiss. His mouth quickly strays, latching onto a hardened nipple.
Each swipe of his tongue and pull of his mouth sends lightning straight to my core. I want so badly to reach down and touch myself. I might just burst into flames if something doesn’t happen there soon.
Bastien gives each breast equal attention, and by now, I’m writhing. My eyes scrunch closed, and I bite my lip to keep from calling out in frustration. I end up calling out anyway when something warm and wet latches onto my throbbing clit.
My eyes fly open to see Bastien’s head between my thighs, and I fight off yelling a string of curses that would embarrass even Sadie. I think I’m going to chain this man to my bed.
God, the things he’s doing with that tongue. I knew in theory how this might work and feel, but never in my wildest imagination had I even come close to the real thing. I’ve completely lost control of my body.
Bastien feasts on the magical nub, swirling and flicking his tongue against it and occasionally sucking it into his mouth. My body responds by bucking and thrashing until he locks me in place with his massive arms. The delicious pressure builds until I’m mewling and then yelling as a powerful orgasm rocks my soul. I’m pretty sure I dubbed Bastien a god in the aftermath.
Bastien releases his grip on my legs to caress the delicate skin of my inner thighs as he applies softer strokes to my pulsing clit. My body is on fire. Sated but ravenous at the same time. I need him inside me.