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I wake up to the darkness, a sultry ache pulsing through me, lingering on my nipples and pussy. Everything is so sensitive, my body hovering at the edge of ecstasy, like I just had a sexy dream I can’t remember.

Sitting up, I feel the cool air of the air conditioning graze my skin, goosebumps forming soon afterward. My senses are heightened, my skin hot to the touch. I glance around, finding the dark shape of a man sleeping soundly next to me.

Startling, I swallow my scream as fear slams into my chest, but then I recognize his form—the light hair, the strong build, his muscular arm slung over his eyes.

Charles.

The events of the night come rushing in like a slide show. Clubbing with Lisa and Dev. Arguing with Charles. A nice looking guy striking up a conversation at the bar.

The guy chasing me, and me fighting back. The terror I felt thinking I’d go through what I experienced at sixteen again.

A thought niggles my mind. I gasp. I fought back. I kicked his ass.

The worst didn’t happen because I. Kicked. His. Ass. I controlled the situation with my body and my power and turned it around.

A blistering energy flows through me—a laser burning through chains I’ve felt around my rib cage ever since that night. My fingers tingle, my lips curving into…a smile?

Looking at the slumbering man next to me, memories of the rest of the night flood in. Charles came, no questions asked, even after I picked a fight with him because I was terrified of my feelings for him.

Always. I’ll always be here for you.

My heart doubles in size, the warmth spreading, joining the ache blossoming in my pussy.

I had an adrenaline crash in the car and barely remember him tucking me into bed.

But now, I’m wide awake, my mind crystal clear, blissfully empty of dark memories and fear.

In this quiet moment, in a dark hotel room in Prague, staring at Charles, the man I once thought I hated, but now realize that was probably never the case, I know one thing.

As opposed to giving myself to another man who doesn’t make me feel so much, why can’t I have sex with him? He’d take care of me. It wouldn’t be painful with him.

Roses are more beautiful with thorns.

My clit throbs and I clench my thighs together, biting back a moan threatening to escape.

My clothes are too restrictive, too rough on my sensitive skin. The scent of bergamot and cedarwood wafts to my nose and I shiver, desperation burgeoning inside me.

It’s him all along.

My mind made up, I slowly slip out of my pants and shirt. I swallow a whimper at the pleasurable sensations lighting up my nerves. Wetness seeps through my panties as I stare at Charles’s slumbering form again. I take in the sexy map of veins on his arms and hands, the well-defined pecs and abs, the trail of hair leading to the sizable bulge in the sweatpants slung low on his hips.

I swallow, my pulse thready as I climb over him because this is something I’ve never done before. I don’t even know how he’ll react.

Slowly, I settle over his torso and bite my lip as my pussy comes on top of his heated body. I carefully slide my hands up his chest, biting back another whimper at all the manly muscles underneath me. I lean forward…and forward…until I’m hovering over him, my lips inches away from his ear.

“Charles?” I whisper.

He groans, his hips automatically flexing under me, his hands clamping my ass, and I moan in pleasure.

“Charles, you awake?” Unable to help myself, I pepper light kisses on his jaw, relishing in the hard scrape of his scruff on my skin.

So that’s what it feels like . I rub against him like a cat in heat.

I know the moment he wakes up. His muscles coil in tension as he stills.

“Tay?” His voice is hoarse and deep. So fucking sexy.

My tongue dips out as I lick his jaw, the salty taste addictive, and I moan again. “I need you, Charles.”

My body is on fire, my nerves burning for him. I want to fall into madness with him.

“Fuuuck,” he grunts, thrusting up, his hard cock hitting my piercing through our clothes. “Shit.”

I whimper, my hips moving of their own accord. I don’t know what I’m doing, but apparently, my body knows this dance and is taking over.

“Minx. Fuck,” he rasps as I gyrate harder, moving my underwear clad pussy from the base of his cock to the tip. More wetness drips out of me.

It feels so good, too good.

“Minx,” he tries again, “you have to stop. You were attacked earlier. You’re probably still running on adrenaline and not thinking straight.”

I bite his neck and he lets out a sharp hiss, his fingers gripping, digging into my ass cheeks to the point of pain.

It feels so good.

“I’ve never been more clear-headed,” I murmur into his ear. “You were right. I was scared. Scared of feeling anything real because…because of things that have happened to me in the past.” My voice is thick, but I push myself to continue, “But I don’t want to let the past control me any longer. I want to move forward.”

Lifting myself up, I pause my movements and stare at his face, half shadowed in the darkness, only illuminated by the pale moonlight streaming in from the windows.

The answer was in front of me all along.

“And I want to have sex and I want to do it with you, Charles.”

His nostrils flare, and even in the darkness, I see his eyes sharpen with intensity, emotions flitting across his face—too fast for me to decipher. He swallows.

“No,” he rakes in a ragged inhale. “If we’re going to have sex, I want you to be completely sure. I don’t want you to regret it later.”

Leaning down, I kiss his lips. The ache pulsing between my legs is now an incessant throb. I gyrate harder on his cock, a fission of pleasure shooting up my body.

I moan, “I’m sure. I need this. I need you. Please, oh God, I need you. I’m going to die if I don’t come.”

I rub harder against him, the sparks quickly burgeoning, and a guttural groan tears from his mouth, the sound a direct hit to my clit.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Quicker. Faster. Chase the inferno.

I’m burning, and I need him to relieve me. Light me on fire.

My senses are flooded with everything that’s Charles Vaughn. My fucking sexy god of thunder. My archangel. My avenger who dropped everything to save me.

Gripping his face with my hands, I kiss him, my tongue licking his lips, my mouth sucking, taking any part of him inside me. He slips a finger into my mouth and I lave at it like it’s the best tasting lollipop. I’m drunk from him. Delirious from want. I crave his addictive taste. Salty. Smooth. Masculine.

“I’m going to hell.” He moves his hips under me, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.

I moan around his finger before I take it out and find his lips again.

He shudders, his breathing harsh in the silence. Not breaking our kiss, I shrug out of my bra, my breasts heavy and tender, and I let out a pleasurable sigh as my hard nipples graze his chest.

“Fuck me,” he rasps.

We break apart for air and I see pitch-black eyes snagged on my heaving tits, my pebbled nipples thrusted forward, needing him to touch them, play with them, kiss them.

His nostrils flare, his tongue swiping his lips as he stares at my tits. “Shit. Fuck… You’re testing every limit I never knew I had, minx.”

“Play with me,” I moan, clasping my breasts in both hands, offering them up to him.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Madness swirls in his eyes, his control clearly close to snapping. I tug at my nipples and whimper, my hips moving again, the sensations overbearing, almost becoming too much.

“I need this, Charles…I need to know what sex feels like when I want it,” I whisper.

Something about my words causes his body to still. A muscle pulses in his jaw and he looks at me.

No, he stares at me, his intense eyes seeing through all my layers to the darkest parts of me, the sides I never want the world to see.

He must’ve concluded something because slowly, he sits up and pulls me snug against his body as if I weighed nothing.

He can break me in half if he wants to.

But somehow that doesn’t scare me.

“I won’t have sex with you tonight, Tay. But I’ll pleasure you. I’ll show you what it’s like between a man and a woman who want each other.”

He curls his hand around my nape and brings my head toward him. His lips touch the whorl of my ear. “And when you’re ready to take off your mask with me in the daylight, I’ll make love to you. Fuck you hard. Make you forget every man who has ever touched you before, because all you’ll remember is me.”