She pinned her lips together. Stubborn wench.
“You wanted this, you’re going to get it.” He pulled her back against him, against the throbbing column of his erection. Nothing polite about that. Nothing cowardly. Against the vulnerable curve of her ear, he rasped, “Say no, princess. Tell me to stop.”
She said… nothing.
He grazed her earlobe with his teeth. Feeling her tremors, he did it again, this time suckling, using his tongue and teeth on the plump flesh as his hands coursed over her front. He cupped her breasts, pinching the stiff tips, and she wriggled against him, her soft pants fueling the inferno inside him.
Taking her hand, he drew her over to the bench. He sat and pulled her, standing, between his thighs. He couldn’t help but feast upon the sight of her, trembling and willing. Beauty beyond compare. Primal need heated his blood; he felt like a medieval crusader who’d stormed the castle and claimed his prize.
She’snotyours. Teach her a lesson. Show her she’s no match for the beast that you are.
He couldn’t stop his hands from framing her soft hips, pulling her closer. He kissed the curve of one breast, inhaling her sweet scent. She shivered, her hands clutching his shoulders. He licked her smooth white skin, kissing around the pretty pink nipples that stood so impudently, demanding his attention.
“Gabriel, please,” she sighed.
“Please what?” he said.
“Kiss me.”
“Where?” He challenged. “Where do you want my mouth?”
“On my breasts,” she said shyly.
Disbelief and satisfaction mingled as he gave into her wanton request. He laved one pouting peak with his tongue, took his time sucking the sweet bud as her head fell back. He repeated the action on its twin. She whimpered his name, her fingers curling in his hair, drawing him closer.
Grasping her by the hips, he pulled her back.Stay in control. Prove your point.
“Get on the bench. Kneel on it and hold onto the back,” he said brusquely.
With adorable awkwardness, she did as he asked.
“Spread your knees farther apart.”
She complied, a shiver passing over her elegant limbs.
The sight of her posed with such decadence made his desire swell to new heights. His cock thrust fiercely upward against his abdomen, the head seeping with pre-spend. He ran a hand along the supple length of her spine, riveted by the erotic contrast between her milky paleness and his bronzed skin.
Why couldn’t she see the damned difference between them, how wrong he was for her? How could she let him touch her with his filthy hands?
This wasn’t some faerie tale. Sooner or later, she would realize that he wasn’t going to turn into some prince. The beast was here to stay.
Get this over with.
“Thrust your bottom out,” he said grimly. “Be quick about it.”
She jutted her arse out, with no hesitation, and in spite of his self-disgust, his nostrils flared at the sight. Pale and trembling in the moonlight, the hills of her derriere beckoned like a field of untrodden snow. Unblemished, unclaimed—inviting him to leave his mark. Arousal pumped through him.
He smacked her on her right cheek.
She squealed in surprise. “What are you—”
“No talking. Not unless you tell me no.” He spanked her other cheek. “Tell me to stop this depravity. Tell me to stop debasing you.”
Her jaw clenched. She thrust her bottom out further, giving it a subtle wriggle.
Christ. He couldn’t believe the spirit in her, the absolute gumption. His balls burgeoned in answer to her feminine defiance. Although he’d hardly used any force—he spanked to arouse not hurt—her bottom bore pretty pink marks. The visible evidence of his possession made him randier, harder than he had ever been in his life. Gritting his teeth, he administered another swat, cupping his hand, minimizing the impact but amplifying the lascivious slap of flesh meeting flesh.
This time she sighed. Bloodysighed.
