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When I took his hard length and stroked him, a tranquil purr rumbled in his chest. I scooted onto the shelf, widened my legs, and guided him in.

Lucian braced his hands on my hips and stretched me wide as he buried himself. In and out, slow and purposeful. His tantalizing strokes made my belly clench as he stimulated every erogenous zone.

I’d never imagined being chained to a man would be this hot, but Lucian had unlocked a new kink I wanted to explore further. The bathroom light created a silhouette, and I watched his body move like a wave of muscle.

When his thrusting reached a fever pitch, the shelf rocked so hard that books tumbled onto the floor.

My back pressed to the cold wall, and Lucian pounded into me like a savage, a growl settling in his throat.

“Harder, baby!” I pulled his hair in the back to let him know I meant it.

Suddenly a crack sounded. The shelf tipped forward, and I flew into his arms.

Lucian thrust his hand out to catch the shelf. My furniture crashed onto the floor when he spun me around at the foot of the bed.

“Bend over,” he commanded.

I leaned on my right arm, but the twelve-inch chain made it a struggle with my left. Lucian’s right arm awkwardly rested beneath me.

“ Fuck, ” he whispered. “I want you like this.” He smacked my ass.

I wanted it too, but not if it meant losing my arm in the process.

I flipped onto my back. “Crawl with me.”

Sitting on the bed, I scooted to the center of the mattress and tossed the pillows onto the floor. Lying down might be easier than bending over. Lucian prowled over me like a shadow lover.

Once we tossed the pillows out of the way, I rolled onto my stomach. “Stretch your arm up by my head.”

I rested my head on my left forearm so the cuff was to my right. Lucian braced his elbow on the mattress before lowering himself on top of me.

A shaky breath heated my shoulder.

When I tilted my ass up, he thrusted inside me, and we were at it again.

So good. How can it feel this good? He’s not even a Shifter—not even a tiger.

Skin slapped against skin. Lucian’s teeth nipped my shoulder, awakening a hunger in my veins. That tingling between my legs felt like a fuse burning toward a stick of dynamite.

When he jerked his hand, it yanked my cuff.

“Baby, you’re hurting me,” I whimpered.

Lucian ascended from me with lightning speed.

I rolled onto my back and in the faint light glimpsed fear in his eyes. “It’s not you—it’s these,” I said, glancing at the chain. “We don’t have to do it like that.”

His nostrils twitched. “That’s the way you want it. That’s the way I want it.”

A smile touched my lips. “One of us will lose an arm.”

He bared his sharp teeth. “Fuck this chain!”

I gripped his firm cock and tugged him. “Fuck me.”

Lucian hovered over me again. “Don’t stop doing that.”

Watching his hooded eyes, I stroked his shaft. “Like this?”

“Softer. Yeah, like that.”

I rubbed his smooth head over my clit until I felt my climax on the horizon. With my legs parted, I pulled him back home and buried him deep. “I like it rough. If you want to slap my ass, bite me, or fuck me harder, I’d be okay with that. Is that what you like?”

“Females don’t do that to me.”

He seemed uncertain of exactly what he needed.

“Can I be a little rough?” I caressed his side. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. No big deal, but I think it’s worth exploring if you’re not sure. Wanna try?”

He tilted his head while rocking his hips. “Yeah.”

I reached down and smacked his ass. When I did it a second time, I scored his skin with my nails. “Make me come, baby.”

Lucian pinned my wrists over my head. “Whatever you desire.”

He sucked on my nipple while fucking me hard and fast. My hips thrust upward, seeking more. When Lucian’s grunts and groans didn’t sound the same as before, I pulled one wrist free and tapped the base of my touch-lamp.

In the dim light, I watched his tongue circle my other nipple before he teased my sensitive skin with his fangs. The spotted marks on his skin were no longer a mirage of fluttering patterns but were now dark and unwavering.

I ran my fingers through his hair to get his attention. When he raised his head, the blackest of irises stared back at me.

Lucian had flipped his switch.

He lay still, his nose twitching as he moved his head like an animal assessing the situation. Lucian was no longer himself, reduced to a primal creature who couldn’t comprehend language. He operated on his five senses only, and right now he must have been picking up my uncertainty.

Lucian directed his attention to the chain locked around my wrist before rubbing his palm over mine.

“Are you still in there?” I asked.

When he brushed his nose against my cheek and sniffed, I froze.

The next thing I knew, Lucian was nuzzling my neck.

The deep rumbling purr in his chest was unlike any other I’d heard, the narcotic effect instantly soothing me.

He raised his head and gazed deep into my eyes.

Despite his fears about losing control and flipping his switch, Lucian had given in to his emotions.

I touched his cheek, and he leaned into it. Then he dragged his mouth to my breast.

I arched my back and reveled in the pleasure of his tongue navigating its way down my body. Lucian wedged his head between my thighs, and I curled my fingers in his soft hair, eager to feel his deep kiss.

Lucian’s ravenous tongue parted my seam as he went in for the first taste. Sheets twisted, chains rattled, and a strangled moan escaped my lips. I was so close…

He growled before crawling back on top of me and fucking me like an animal. Instead of burying his face in the mattress, he watched me. Every gasp, every breath, every moan made him repeat the movement until he learned what my body needed. He had the playbook, and he was about to win the game.

I gripped the back of his neck. “Lucian, I need you.”

He growled against my panting lips, his eyes coal black.

“Baby, come back to me.”

In a blink, his spots faded, and Lucian returned.

“You feel so good,” he groaned while watching my lips.

Does he want to kiss me? Do I want him to?

I knew what that tongue could do, but a kiss would turn this into something romantic. I pulled my knees toward my chest so I could feel him even deeper.

“Right there,” I whispered.

He pumped harder, edging me closer to my release. It was wild and hard, and my heart slammed against my chest as I came. The rush detonated me. I wrapped my legs around him until he wrung out every last pulse of pleasure from me.

Heart racing, out of breath, I waited for him to finish as my legs went limp. I squeezed and played with my nipples to help him along.

Is this guy for real?

Sometimes I had to sleep with a man several times before my body would orgasm. Other times, it never happened.

Lucian kept going, but something flickered in his eyes that suggested his mind was suddenly elsewhere.

I cradled his neck with my free hand when I saw him struggling. “Baby, don’t work so hard.”

He pulled out and then sat on the edge of the bed with his right arm crossed over his lap.

I leaned up. “What’s wrong?”

“You keep staring. It makes me self-conscious, and I feel like I need to hurry up and finish.”

At least he’s honest.

Kissing his arm, I peered up at him. “It’s not a race. Take as long as you like.”

He moved his T-shirt up his arm and then put it on. “It’s not that. You’re just too fucking pretty.”

Life had really done a number on him. How many Chitahs had rejected him because of his average stature and dark hair? I couldn’t imagine how that must have seeped into his self-image. His guarded nature made more sense.

I sat up and kissed his shoulder. “You’re the most beautiful man, Lucian Cross. Sexy black hair, pretty eyes…” I kissed his nape until he groaned. “Intelligent, strong…” I ran my hand up the back of his shirt. “And you know exactly what to do with that weapon between your legs. Don’t you?”

When I saw his cock twitch, I stood up and put my tits right in his face. He greedily sucked on one and palmed the other.

Knowing he might get in his head again, I turned off the light. “Let me take care of you.” Then I reached down and stroked the smooth head of his shaft.

He released a shaky breath and panted as I worked him over good.

“Turn around,” he whispered.

The chain was cold against my belly when I turned my back to him. Lucian put his knees together so I could straddle him, then guided the tip in before I sat down and tightened my inner walls.

“Is this what you want?” I rocked up and down, getting a feel for his length.

He wrapped his right arm around me, the cuff pressing against my belly.

I rode him faster until my rhythm made him groan and gasp.

Lucian pinched my nipple, the sensation heightening my arousal all over again.

My feral moan stretched out, and that set him off.

When I picked up the pace, he squeezed my inner thigh.

I threw a heated gaze over my shoulder at him. “Come inside me. Do it.”

Wrapping his arms tightly around me, Lucian coaxed me to sit harder each time. When his fingers grazed over my clitoris, I whispered his name.

Lucian growled as he came, every muscle locking up tight. His heart felt like a banging drum against my back as he held me in his iron grip.

Lucian might not be a fighter, but he was most certainly a lover.

I leaned back in his softening embrace.

In the quiet aftermath, he tenderly kissed my neck. “Have you decided if this is just a onetime thing? It’ll be better when we’re out of these chains and you’re on your knees.”

“Someone’s feeling cocky.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s just say that it’s not off the table.”