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Shep tugs at my hair, pulling my head off his cock. He growls my name as he spills onto my chest.

It makes my sex ache, watching him come, feeling him mark me.

Once he's finished, he helps me up, wipes me off, brings me back to the bed.

I expect him to leave, but he doesn't. He moves to the corner of the bed and pulls out something I've never seen before—

Restraints.

Then he motions to the center of the bed. "Lie down, princess. I'm going to make you come until you beg me to stop."

Chapter Thirty-Two

Shepard

Jasmine shudders as I tighten the restraint around her wrist.

She looks up at me, waiting for me to react. To hold her down. Or climb on top of her. Or fuck her without warning.

All brilliant ideas.

I sling my legs over her hips. Shift onto her body, so I'm straddling her.

Both hands on her shoulders, I press her into the bed. Not hard enough to hurt. Not even hard enough to threaten her.

Just enough to promise.

She looks up at me with hunger in her eyes. Hunger. And nerves. This is a lot for her.

I'm moving fast. Too fast maybe.

I need to be careful.

I reach for the other restraint. Slide it over her wrist. Pull tight.

My fingers skim her soft skin. She turns to the touch. Watches as I run my index finger over the outside of her thumb.

Then back, over the restraint, down her forearm, over her elbow, along her upper arm.

She shakes as I press my lips to her collarbone. It's gentle. Not like me. I need to ease her into this.

I drag my lips down her chest. Take her nipple into my mouth and suck softly.

Then harder and harder—

Until she lets out the world's most perfect groan.

She reaches for me. Finds the restraints tugging her. Groans even louder.

My balls tighten. It's still hard to believe that she wants to be tied to my bed. That she likes it rough.

Buttoned-up good girl Jasmine Lee likes it when I fuck her throat.

When I tie her to my bed.

When I flick my tongue against her nipple.

When I scrape my teeth against the tender bud—