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I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, moving my hands to play with each of her breasts before taking one into my mouth. I playfully bite her nipple, then suck on the fleshy part of her breast. “I need you to show me how much you want me, London,” I tell her, raising my eyebrows as she squirms from the jolt of pain from my teeth.

“Micah, I want you so bad,” she whispers. “You are the center of my universe. How have you not comprehended that by now?”

I pause my sucking before I kiss her cheek, then her ear, then work my way to her neck. “No, baby… but I need you to fully understand something. I don’t want to be the center of your universe; I want to be your universe. When I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to occupy your mind with anyone else. I’m going to train you, baby. You will understand exactly what I need; you won’t have to ask.”

She bites her bottom lip as her eyes widen, and her breath hitches.

It’s time to show her.

I run my tongue down her belly to the soft part of her leg, and finally, to the apex of her thigh and start to suck…

She giggles at first. I’m sure it tickles, and I make it pleasurable, kissing her softly, caressing her with my tongue. Her giggles stop when I keep sucking harder.

“You like that?” I murmur, keeping my lips tight on her skin.

“Micah…” She grips the sides of the bed.

I grip her thighs harder, hinting for her to quiet down.

She doesn’t. She wiggles, squirms, and digs her fingers into my back. “Micah, what are you doing?”

I keep going harder… harder… and harder. The more she wiggles and cries out, the harder I suck. I release, licking and kissing her, and she visibly relaxes. She arches her back and starts to moan, and I keep my attention on the place she likes to touch when she gets herself off.

“Micah, please…” she moans, gripping my hair and practically pulling it out, which only turns me on more.

I arch my brows at her, and slowly, my kissing turns to sucking again.

“Micah…”

Eventually, she relaxes and her whole body goes limp. After a few extra seconds of trying to embed myself into her forever, I pull off.

She got the hint that fighting it would only make it worse. I peer down to the spots on her ivory skin and admire my handiwork. She’s practically bleeding—already a black bruise forming on that spot by the time I’m done with her.

Once I’m done admiring her body, I check to see her reaction. Her eyes are wide—no fear. Surprise maybe, but no fear. She’s frowning, looking at me quizzically. “Is that what you need, Micah? To mark me? To make sure everyone—who are not even here right now—knows I’m yours?”

I pull myself up so I’m flush with her pussy and slip my fingers inside, rubbing her clit. It’s no surprise that she’s dripping like a faucet.

She parts her lips to say something, but I run my lips down her body and my teeth along her clit. She cries out at the suddenness of it. “Fuck, Micah,” she moans as I run my tongue up and down the length of her, enjoying the fresh taste of her juices.

I smile and pull back. “Not yet, baby. You’re not strong enough for that yet. But we have all winter, sweetheart. And as you’ve probably noticed, I can fuck for hours. I need you to get your strength back.”

Her eyes reflect a hint of hesitation, as they rightfully should. However, I persist in teasing and pleasuring her until her body quivers, signaling she has reached her limit. After the moan that accompanies her third orgasm, her fingers grip my shoulders. She leans her head back on the bed in exhaustion, her breaths full and heavy. I can’t get enough of how full her tits are as they bounce. I get why Maison jumped on her the first day of school—he always moved quickly on the super hot ones.

Her body is perfection.

Her cheeks are flushed, and I resist the urge to fuck her silly. I don’t want to break her yet. She needs at least one more night.

It’s only the early evening, but I lie down beside her as the light of the fire simmers. The early December solstice is nearly upon us, the woods around us shrouded in darkness. I rub her forehead until her breathing evens out, and she falls asleep in my arms as shadows dance across the room. I lift her head and place it in the crook of my arm. I warned her that I would dominate every aspect of her life, and despite that, she’s still so trusting.

She doesn’t understand yet…

She murmurs something incoherent against my shoulder in that weak voice. Her body is warm beneath me before she passes out. I tease her freshly washed hair with my fingers, staring out the window, listening to the wind and the shuttering cabin door. As the light dwindles, I’m acutely aware that it is just the two of us now.

I pull her closer as I get more comfortable, and a deep tightness forms in my stomach. Her skin shines in the snow-glazed moonlight, and I watch her slender throat as she swallows. I can sense the pitter of her heartbeat under the arm I have wrapped around her as her breakable body conforms to mine.

She’s so fucking delicate.

I admire the little bruise I gave her, and I hate to admit how much it turns me on. My finger wipes away a single tear as it falls down my cheek. Ignoring the burning in my eyes, I press my lips to her head. “I’ll try not to kill you, London King,” I whisper as a fresh wave of panic tightens my core.