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J uliette

For a huge man, Kage could be oh-so gentle. Yet with his commanding nature, he had a way of keeping me under control. I’d never fit into the mold so many of my girlfriends had. There was no burning desire to submit to a man like some kitten in need of milk.

But since meeting the strapping SEAL, I hadn’t been myself. Not at all.

My eyes squeezed shut and I forced myself to breathe as he pulled my legs further apart. Adrenaline coursed through every muscle in my body, but I was frozen, incapable of moving. Even if I’d wanted to.

Which I didn’t.

His touch had awakened me, pulsing life into my sore muscles. The moment he blew across my aching pussy, I arched my back, clinging to the comforter as if for dear life.

My heart was racing.

My pulse skyrocketing.

But when I opened my mouth, there was nothing but a slight strangled sound. That’s how good he made me feel, how intensely sensitive my skin had already become. I closed my eyes after the first swipe of his tongue, only able to take shallow breaths.

He was making enough noise for both of us, his growls permeating the air. I was shocked Tank wasn’t howling from the interruption of his beauty sleep. Maybe he was in awe that his master had actually allowed his guard to fall.

A powerful shudder coiled into my system as he swirled his tongue around my clit. I’d expected him to be rough, throwing me against the wall and driving his cock inside after ripping off my clothes.

Not the tender touch of a man who seemed to care.

We didn’t know each other.

He certainly didn’t act as if he liked anything about me.

But this. This was incredible.

I laughed softly, still nervous around him.

He had huge hands easily capable of brutality, yet he was tender as he opened my legs, wrapping his arms around me and carefully bending my injured knee. With a single swipe of his tongue, I sensed his desire to pleasure me. As well as his masterful technique.

I writhed in his hold, bucking against him while clenching the bedding. As I tossed my head, he blew across my pussy before driving his tongue past my swollen folds. I’d thought men like him didn’t exist, not in real life anyway.

They only existed in books where heroes were powerful alpha men, always taking what they wanted. The word ‘no’ didn’t exist in their vocabularies. But he was so different, not merely the gruff asshole I’d thought him to be.

There was no question the man was dangerous.

So why did I feel so comfortable around him?

What was I thinking?

What was happening?

The answer was right there in the forefront of my mind.

He was stripping away all my defenses.

Panting, I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out, shaking like a leaf as he drove two fingers in beside his tongue. He took his time, feasting on me like a dying man accepting his last meal.

Stars were right there in front of my eyes, so close I could reach out and touch them. The rapture was heaven on earth, a sweet release of tension and fear. He didn’t stop, alternating between sucking on my clit and dragging his tongue up and down relentlessly.

Prickles raced up and down my arms, the heat in my core creating excessive pressure.

The weight of his hands should be alarming.

He was holding me down, keeping me in place.

Moans finally escaped my mouth and I slapped one hand on the bed while I reached for him with the other.

Just being able to tangle my fingers in his hair grounded me.

If I wasn’t able to grasp something, I could float off into nirvana. But what was wrong with that? No man had ever taken the time to push me close to ecstasy. Not one.

His dark scent filled my nostrils, the lingering fragrance of testosterone and a burning fire. Only I knew that was coming from deep within. My bottom was no longer on the bed, lifted several inches away. What in the hell was he doing?

He drove another finger inside, twisting his hand until his thumb rested on my dark hole. Holy shit. I had no time to react before he pressed the tip inside. The immediate sensations were explosive, a slight yelp rushing from my throat. His growl was a warning and I bit my lip until I tasted blood.

Holy shit, nothing had ever felt this satisfying.

I blinked several times, finally focusing on how wide open his eyes were. They were stunning, more so than I’d noticed before. He pulled me to the very second of losing myself to a sweet climax before pulling back.

When he did it again, the torment left me in a daze, my thighs slickened by trickles of juice and the wetness of his tongue.

My pussy clenched and released, pulling his tongue in even deeper.

This was as close to heaven as I knew possible.

My fingers tightened around the comforter, pulling and jerking until I knew the bed was a mess.

What did it matter?

I was whimpering and half laughing, the prickles all but consuming me.

And still, he didn’t stop.

Not until I was crazed, panting like some wild animal. As he thrust his fingers inside, flexing them open and curling the tips, I was amazed he hit my sweet spot almost immediately.

That was the moment I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I slapped my hand across my mouth just as the scream erupted. The muffled sound pulsed in my ears as the orgasm swept through me. Tidal waves couldn’t be so intense. I was shaking, opening my legs even wider as he continuously dragged his tongue up and down.

Holy hell, I was floating, every muscle tingling.

I was so relaxed, my eyelids lowered until the lashes were skimming across my cheeks. I’d never been this… satisfied.

As his actions slowed, I eased my head to the side, blinking several times until Tank’s massive head finally came into focus. And I realized this had to be the strangest thing that had happened in my life in a long time. Maybe ever. Being watched by a dog while being eaten by a man.

Hmmm…

Another nervous giggle almost erupted, but I shoved it away.

I was certain Kage would leave me in a melted puddle, moving to the second bed and retiring for the night. At that point, I didn’t have the energy to beg him to stay.

But I wanted him to. Dear God, right or wrong, I very much wanted him to crawl on top of me.

A slight rustling sound drew my attention.

When I managed to turn my head, I was rewarded with the glorious man standing at his full height.

He was a marvel of muscle and tendons. Even the severe scars on his chest and one shoulder didn’t deter from his gorgeous physique. But I wondered where he’d gotten them.

In battle?

Taken hostage?

Or from a tangled web woven by another woman.

So distrustful.

So arrogant.

So… unusual.

He unfastened his belt, his jaw clenched in a tight scowl. The way he was looking at me was unreadable, but his heaving chest told me a different story. His arousal was as strong as mine if not more so.

The fact he was taking his time became mildly irritating. I was lying naked in front of him, unable to move and he was maintaining his control by elongating the moment.

I rose onto my elbows, aware I was still wide open for him, my pussy glistening. I must look a fright, but all I could detect in his expression was lust.

When he unzipped his trousers, I wanted to crawl toward him and would have if my knee wasn’t being a bitch. I lowered my legs, closing them and twisting to the side, now resting my head on one hand with my elbow bent.

His lust-filled expression turned into a smirk as he lowered his cargo pants. Underneath was a pair of black boxers. The look was perhaps the sexiest I’d seen on a man. At least he didn’t make me wait, stripping them off and stepping free.

“Holy shit,” I muttered before I realized I’d said the words out loud.

That caused another smirk, but at least his eyes were twinkling. Maybe for once I’d pleased him.

To say he was even more handsome without his clothes was an understatement. His leg muscles were huge, his thighs large enough to crush a man with ease. His abdomen was as carved as I’d suspected, the deep V groove leading from his waist to his hips a magnificent creation of God.

Scars extended down one thigh. But so did the ink from his chest. Vibrant artwork that told a story I longed to hear.

His cock was incredible, long and thick, veins throbbing on both sides. I sensed he knew my mouth was watering.

He moved to the end of the bed, ceremoniously crawling forward.

I crawled backward, shifting to the very center of the bed.

He cocked his head, narrowing his eyes as his chest rose and fell.

“I didn’t tell you to hide that pretty pussy from me,” he growled. The sheer dominance sent a thrill all through me.

“No, you didn’t.” When I didn’t return them to the position they’d been left, he opened my legs for me, sliding in between.

I returned to my elbows, forced to tilt my head all the way back so I could stare into his eyes as he was doing with mine.

We remained locked in position for a full minute, maybe longer.

Maybe a battle of wills.

Or a last chance to pull away.

Whatever the case, the moment I placed my hand on his chest above his heart, I sensed he was losing all control.

He proved me right, slowly easing me down with the weight of his body.

When I was softly nestled against the pillows, he pulled my arms over my head, wrapping long, thick fingers of one hand around both wrists.

I’d never felt so tiny, so fragile, but underneath this man, I was completely vulnerable.

His hold was firm, but I wasn’t worried. Nothing could harm me as long as I was in his possession. The thought was ridiculous, but exciting. Using his knee, he nudged my legs further apart, now resting his thick cock between them.

Pulsing sensations rocked through both of us, a jab of current restarting my frozen heart. He lifted his head, staring into my eyes, and for the briefest of seconds, I was certain he was asking my permission.

All I could do was blink and the moment I did, he slipped his other hand between us, easing the tip of his cock against my pussy lips.

He slid in easily, my muscles stretching, but almost instantly clamping down on the sweet invasion.

“Oh.” The single word left my mouth before I could bite it back. In response, he captured my mouth as he’d done before, but this time the gentleness began to fade. He was hungrier. We both were.

He thrust his tongue inside and I could still taste the whiskey. His incredible scent flowed through every cell in my body. Instantly, I was lightheaded, my heart thumping and creating an echo in my ears.

Kage pulled out, holding just the tip inside. When he slipped inside me again, I moaned into the kiss. His tongue dazzled mine as he explored my mouth. The man left me breathless, no longer capable of thinking.

I dug my nails into my hand, struggling in his hold. He refused to let me go.

For a moment I thought I was dreaming, once again trapped in the prison cell where I’d been less than forty-eight hours before.

But I wasn’t.

I was in the arms of my savior.

When he broke the kiss, he nipped my bottom lip and pulled back enough so we could study each other, basking in our mixed expressions. There were no words needed, nothing that could make any sense.

I wrapped one leg around him, pulling him as tightly against me as possible. His thrusts were slow and even, filling me completely as tingling sensations drifted over every inch of my body. Maybe this was sinful. Maybe this was wrong.

But everything, every brush of his lips and stroke of his hand felt so right.

My eyes remaining wide open, we moved in a practiced orchestration, our bodies molded together as if created for each other.

As if we were one.

So much incredible electricity.

So many emotions.

So fragile a moment.

We rocked together until there were no more thoughts.

Kage released his hold, allowing me to run my hands over his shoulders to his muscular back. Every sound he made rewarded me for the tender strokes, every hot breath dancing across my skin increasing the thrumming of current.

My nipples were tight, crushed against his massive chest. I pushed up against him, taking short, gasping breaths.

He rose onto his hands just as I cupped his buttocks. Holy shit, they were firm, just as muscular as everything else. The feeling was incredible and the change in the angle pushed me onto another beautiful plateau.

There was no denying the connection or the strange sense of kismet. My body craved his. As the electric pulses increased, another orgasm rushed into me.

I never blinked, never made a sound, only issuing a silent scream as my pussy clenched and released.

And all the while, he watched me.

Studying me.

Stripping away my defenses.

As I slowly rolled from the sweep of ecstasy, he finally shut his eyes, his body tensing. With a single savage growl, he erupted deep inside. The man was pure male perfection.

When he collapsed over me, once again crushing me under his weight, I turned my head toward the window wondering.

If the bad men were out there.

If they were watching.

And if they were waiting for one mistake.

One single mistake.