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For Gabriella, the passage of time was measured by the pounding of her heart as blood pumped through her body in a heavy, wanton beat. Her skin, tender still from the lashing she’d received by the vines, was hot and exquisitely sensitized to every caress of The Master’s hands and lips. Her reddened nipples never receded, remaining hard and distended. Her clit stayed engorged and throbbing. She restlessly scissored her legs, craving friction to heat her core.

He’d carried her to the bed, water streaming from their bodies, and laid her in the center before coming over her. Just as she’d envisioned, she’d watched him over his shoulder in the mirror as each flex of his shoulders and back animated the dragon tattooed on his back, making the wings raise up and down and the tail undulate with every rise and fall of his buttocks. He’d fucked her again on the bed, without preliminaries, thrusting straight, powering so hard her lungs expelled air in harsh gasps.

Feeling languid, boneless, and drifting toward sleep, she moaned when his large hands parted her again, and she gazed down between their bodies, watching as he smoothed over her skin, his burnished hand caressing pale, pink curves.

For the first time, she noted the ring he wore on one hand. A raised crest with a six-sided star, a large blood-red cabochon at the center and small multi-colored jewels studding each point of the star—all sitting atop a crudely made ring that looked forged from brass and iron. Light refracted off the center of the cabochon and the smooth stone seemed to glow for a moment until he moved his hand again and the illusion faded.

She quickly lost interest in the ring when his hand slid down her belly and cupped her pussy. Two fingers eased inside her, and she sucked in a breath that hissed through clenched teeth.

“Have I hurt you?” he asked, his raised brows showing no particular concern, only curiosity.

“No, but your fingers feel cold inside me.”

“That’s because your woman’s channel is hot.” Long, thick fingers swirled inside her. “And wet. I find I’m very, very thirsty.”

She shivered at the intimacy that had grown quickly between them, emphasized by their soft whispers and reinforced by the steady sundering of her inhibitions. Even the gauzy fabric he’d drawn down around the bed steepened the feeling they were the only beings who existed on this plane.

Her breath caught at the dark promise in his eyes as he slid down the bed and settled his torso between her thighs. When his head dipped toward her sex, a thin, ragged moan slipped between her lips.

His gaze met hers again. Black pupils dilated until only thin streaks of gold framed them, and then his tongue flicked out, longer than she’d expected, and indented at the tip. The flicker touched her clitoris, stroking it, and her back arched instantly. Another flick and he stroked between her folds, prodding her entrance to lap at the cream sliding down to greet his wicked, demon’s tongue.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize the creature lying there with her thighs splayed. Her hair was matted, her eyes overlarge, her mouth red and stretching as she moaned.

His head, circling between her legs, was dark; his thick hair slicked back. Powerful shoulders, bracketed by her thighs, tensed and eased as he plied her with sinuous rasps of his long, slick tongue.

Her body followed his movements, her hips lifting and falling, letting him coax her into full arousal again. When had she surrendered everything to him? When had her plot to seduce him completely devolved until she was the one enraptured? Trapped by her own sensual nature and his natural domination, she’d folded easily. Too easily.

She dug her fingers into his scalp and pulled his hair, trying to pry him from her cunt. However, his tongue thrust more insistently inside her, reaching deeper, sliding, fluttering until it found the bundle of nerves a third of the way up, the rounded knot of her inner pleasure center.

Her body vibrated, quivering hard at his internal caresses. He touched nothing else, concentrating his efforts there until her moans grew thin and broken.

When her release spiraled out of control, her thighs clamped his shoulders hard, and she tugged at his hair, fingers clenching in time with the strongly pulsating caresses that squeezed up and down her vagina.

A low throaty groan emanated from his mouth still locked against her sex, and she shivered at the sensual satisfaction she’d given him.

Then he withdrew his tongue and sat on his haunches between her legs, holding out his hand again, fully expecting her to acquiesce.

Again? Sweet fuck, will he ever be satisfied? Just the thought of this powerful demon’s insatiable appetite for her flattered her ego, suppressing the alarm jangling at her conscience. She forced herself to hesitate, invocating her proud core to resist, while ignoring the part of her dying to surrender and bask in the lush desire he’d created.

One dark brow arched; his eyes narrowed. Remembering where she was and with whom, she gulped down her fear and slowly lifted her hand to place her palm against his.

His fingers clasped hers hard and dragged her upward to her knees.

They faced each other, both breathing hard, and his mouth gliding into a smile that made her quiver anew, this time with dread. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her voice overly loud in the stillness surrounding them.

“Your surrender would be a nice start.”

“I’ve done everything you wanted.”

Dark eyes flashed. “You’ve been playing at obedience.”

“My actions aren’t enough?”

His fingers slipped to her wrists, encircling them like steely cuffs, and her heart pounded harder against her chest. “You think you can toy with me, that I can be fooled into complacency.”

Gabriella bit back a groan that he’d read her so well. Had her expression given her away? She wasn’t accustomed to schooling her features or her mouth. “Can you read my mind, then?”

“I can read the defiance and pride in your eyes. You betray yourself in so many different ways.” Drawing both of her wrists together, he raised them above her head and reached for the silken cords still dangling inside the curtains.

Knowing what he had in mind, she began to struggle, jerking hard against his hold, but to no avail. He quickly looped the silk around her wrists, binding her. Raised onto her knees, any tugging pulled on the silk, which constricted around her wrists. “It hurts. Untie me.”

“You only hurt yourself. Cease your struggles.”

Faced toward the curtain now, she glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t like this.”

“Liar. Your skin is flushing.” He inhaled deeply. “Your scent ripens. You crave to be overwhelmed and mastered by a man.”

He knew! Mortification heightened the flush creeping across her cheeks. “You’ve got me all wrong.”

“I don’t think so. Otherwise it wouldn’t have been so easy to draw your hand to that mirror. My love, it only took one look.”

Gabriella turned from his self-satisfied expression, fighting the very thing he’d discerned about her. Her entire body was flooding with anticipation, melting from the inside at his commanding tone.

She felt the mattress dip behind her. Felt the heat radiating from his skin as he came between her bent legs and his chest snuggled close to her back. “There is no shame in surrendering,” he murmured against her hair.

Which was true in a way. The shame that had painted her whole life with dark, violent colors was deeper than the sexual need he’d discovered…and details she’d never shared with anyone since the day she’d made those responsible pay for her pain.

Her submission was just part of her nature, and a facet she’d learned to control by swallowing down her pride to engage in brief liaisons to rid herself of the edgy anxiety that filled her from time to time. With human partners, she could play at submission. Fill the well of her needs, then slip back into the mantle of her rank and kind without anyone knowing—no one who mattered or could use her weakness against her, that is.

Only with Alex had she ever seriously considered surrendering all.

No human could control her or fulfill her. She’d played at it, sharing her secret liaisons with just one of her kind, but Guntram was like a loyal dog and had never used his knowledge to wrest away her power. And in his way, he had stood guard over her, protecting her from herself.

Surrendering to a demon now was unthinkable. But fighting his unnatural charisma was taking all her energy. Somehow, she had to find a way to prevent him from enslaving her to her own pleasure and need.

For just a moment, she considered transforming and biting through her ties. She’d love to see his eyes widen with fear when she turned on him. However, she still didn’t know the full extent of his power and strength. And for now, the only advantage she held was the truth about herself.

Hands glided down her back to her buttocks. His fingers curled beneath them and parted her. His cock’s blunt crown slid into her crevice, raking up and down, and she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, because she knew he’d decided to inflame another part of her body.

His fingers bit into her tender flesh, his thumbs swept closer to the small entrance and pressed it open. Again, his cock nudged, centering there, and then pressed inward.

Her buttocks flexed as she tried to pull away, tried to squeeze them together to repel him. This act was the ultimate in submission—the most intimate, the most demeaning when accomplished through force.

“I don’t want this,” she hissed.

“Shall I prove that you’re lying?” he whispered next to her ear. His mouth dropped to her shoulder, teeth and lips scraping across skin, sparking nerve endings, which crackled and fired, sending darts of pleasure south. She was doomed by her own sensuality.

She shivered at his seductive promise and the underlying hint of menace, and then moaned with relief when his cock shifted, sliding forward to dip into her pussy—just the head, just to wet it, because again, he pressed against her back entrance, this time sinking the crown inside her.