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  He felt her pass out as the head of his cock exploded. He held her clamped to him while the orgasm jerked his massive body in powerful thrusts. It felt like his cum shot up from his toes, burning straight up his dick in an endless stream of reality-altering pleasure. His head flew back and the beast roared his satisfaction. Every tendon and muscle clenched as he drained himself into his woman.

  Her limp body still impaled on his cock, he dragged her off the bench. He staggered backwards to the chair, falling into it with her on his lap, sucking in great gulps of air while pulling her body upright in his arms. He held her head back against his chest. Large fingers checked the pulse on her neck and found its reassuringly fast but steady beat. He let himself slump back and turned his face up to the sky. Fucking her to unconsciousness probably wasn’t a good idea. Sort of brought up the intensity issue that scared her so badly before.

  Without even being aware of it, this woman broke him down to his most elemental nature. He was no more able to control their intense joining than he was able to stem his need for her. A small, delicate fist closed around his heart as he closed his eyes. He’d never imagined he’d find her. This woman who came to him in the dreaming, he’d hadn’t believed she could live in his time. Everyone knew if you found your mate while walking with the spirits, you’d not know them in the waking times. That it would be at least another lifetime of waiting. He’d resigned himself to being alone except for the dreams. Accepted it. But here she was. Losing her now would be worse than dying—it would be a living death. Knowing she lived now and not being near her would be too much pain to live through.

  She started to stir in his arms. He gently lifted her off his cock and disposed of the used condom. Swinging her up into his arms, he carried her to the bed. Her head lifted groggily as he lowered her to the pillows. Prin reached for him and he followed her down onto the mattress. His hands gently smoothed her hair away from her face and neck. He leaned over her, propped up on one elbow, as foggy brown eyes opened and focused slowly on him.

  A little frown appeared on her brow. Dazed brown eyes searched his smiling silver-blue ones.

  “What just happened?” Prin whispered.

  “You passed out, pet.” He grinned down at her. Male satisfaction oozed off him in near visible waves. If he’d had feathers, they’d have been fluffed, Prin surmised.

  She struggled to move, but he pressed her back to the soft pillows and placed a finger over her mouth.

  “Oh, no, you don’t. Stay right there, baby. I’ll be right back.” He rolled off the bed, but turned back to her.

  “Now, don’t move,” he purred again, and sauntered off to the bathroom.

  She still gazed vacantly at the bathroom door when she heard the shower go on and he reappeared. Scooping her up off the bed, he carried her straight into the shower.

  “Can you stand up?” he asked as he gingerly deposited her on her feet and held her carefully in case she fell.

  She nodded. He set her under the warm spray and grabbed the shampoo. Putting a glob in his hands, he massaged her scalp. Prin’s hands crept up to his slim hips to steady her swaying body. She relaxed into his care. After the shampoo was rinsed, he nudged her out of the spray. Soaping up his hands, he proceeded to clean every inch of her, tenderly smoothing his hands over the sensitive parts. He slid slippery fingers into every womanly fold and crack. After rinsing her thoroughly, he sat her down on a little bench along the wall and quickly washed himself. His eyes never left her. Prin gazed up at him dumbly.

  Smiling tenderly, he picked her up again and stepped out of the shower, putting her down to brush a velvety-soft towel all over her body. He briskly rubbed her hair to a semi-dry state. Then quickly dried off himself.

  “Do you need the toilet?” he asked quietly. She shook her head no.

  “Okay, babe. Drink this and we’ll take a little nap. You’ll feel better after that.” He held a bottle of water to her lips and tipped it up. She gulped several sips of the stuff and tried to shove it away. Insistently he brought it back to her mouth.

  “You haven’t had enough liquid, baby. Try and take some more,” he commanded gently. She got about half of it down as the slight frown on his brow cleared. He finished the rest and lifted her easily into his arms, heading for the bedroom.

  “I can walk, you know,” she mumbled into his neck.

  “I know.” Sinful satisfaction was the only word to describe this man who carried her back into the bedroom. The fact that she hadn’t gotten over that monumental fuck seemed to feed every male molecule in him. That was fine with her. He’d earned it.

  He grinned down at her again as he slipped her into the bed and pulled the covers up, sliding in beside her. He gathered her into his side, arranging her head on his shoulder, grabbing her leg and hooking it over his hip, he turned her into him.

  It was a surprisingly comfortable position. She draped an arm across his chest and let her eyes drift shut. Damn, was there nothing the man didn’t know about her? It was too much of a struggle to figure that out and she sank into a deep sleep.

  He resisted the urge to purr as she settled into him and dropped off to sleep. He grinned up at the ceiling, closed his eyes and savored the feel of her trusting little body in his arms. Baby Girl turned his heart over. Even her defiance made him smile. She handed him better scenarios than he could ever dream up on his own to show her what they were together. That damn contract had to go! This little nap gave him the time he needed to study the problem.

  Chapter Five

  Groggily, she swam up through the thick fog of sleep. Damn it all! Was she dreaming again?

  Her arms were stretched over her head and she felt her wrists secured with soft leather. Her legs were also immobile. Gazing down her body, she saw that each knee had been pulled up, and to the side. Wide, soft leather wrapped around her thighs just above the knee. The leather straps disappeared off the side of the bed toward the headboard. It was like being in stirrups, only more exposed. Both ass and cunt were tilted up and open.

  Between her legs, a dark head bent as its avid mouth moved over her private flesh. He licked her like a big cat, and then sucked each fold in and out gently. His tongue bathed every morsel then moved to the next fascinating bit. She moaned and arched her cunt into him as best she could.

  It wasn’t a dream. Reality was so much better, she decided.

  His deep chuckle rumbled into her womb as her head began to thrash on its pillow. He slurped contentedly, industriously sliding his tongue deeply into her. With each deep plunge he’d swirled it around as her inner muscles clenched, her cream sucked into his mouth. Lazily he dragged his flattened tongue up her slit to that throbbing bundle of nerves and circled around it. After tormenting her with those lazy circles, he sucked her clit hard into his mouth. She screamed. Releasing her, he turned his head and nipped her tender inner thigh to get her attention.

  Gasping, she stared down at him. Her upper body was propped up with pillows so she had no trouble seeing his twinkling eyes gazing into hers.

  “No coming without permission, pet,” his deep voice warned her.

  Immediately, his head dropped back down to lick, suck, nip and torment her. Her body broke out into a sweat as he ate her.

  He just kept at her, seemingly unable to get enough of that cream. He demanded more and she gave it to him, over and over again. Soon she was desperately trying to stave off the orgasm rushing at her.

  “Please, Sir. Your cunt needs to come!” she wailed, knowing there was next to nothing she could do to prevent it.

  Suddenly his head pulled away and two fingers clamped down on her clit, hard. Intense pain shattered through her. It ceased as he immediately released. Sobbing with relief, she felt her clit gently sucked back into his mouth and his tongue lapping at it softly. The pain was almost instantly forgotten under his erotic attention, but her orgasm didn’t come. He’d kept the intensity high, even driven it higher, but the orgasm was backed off. Her whole body writhed as he continued th
e torment. She began to panic. She couldn’t take this. It was too much.

  “Please, please, I’m begging you, Sir! Don’t make me pass out again…” Gasping desperately as her body shuddered and shook.

  Lifting his head slightly to gaze down at her cunt, he slowly slid two long fingers deep inside her. She was so sensitized that she shrieked at the invasion.

  “Come on my fingers, pet. Now!” His arrogant demand released her. She did.

  He watched her restrained body thrash wildly as he held those two fingers deep inside her. Hot and hard, she clamped down on him. Gushing her sweet cream until it flowed down into his palm. He leisurely lapped it up.

  As her shuddering slowed down to deep breaths, he looked up from between her legs and slowly dragged the two digits out of her. Letting them slide down the slick flesh to her back entrance and circled the plug there.

  “Was that good for you, Baby Girl?” he questioned softly.

  She gulped and nodded—her big eyes watched him with apprehension. He smiled that bad-boy grin at her and grasped the wicked plug. Sticky fingers pulled it slowly from her body. The little hole gaped open as he removed the large implement.

  His two wet fingers sank into her gaping ass. It felt good. He grabbed the lube from the bedside and coated his fingers as he pulled them out. Then shoved them back in and twisted to spread the jell around. Her body bucked into him.

  “Oh, yes, baby. You like that now, don’t you?” He looked into her eyes as he squeezed more lubricant directly into her ass. Three fingers easily slid into her as he spread the cool lube around her opening and deeply into her body. After careful inspection of the prepared area, he came up on his haunches and propped his latex-covered dick at her well-greased asshole. He reached down and slathered his cock with lubrication. Making sure she could see his every move as he stroked his huge, throbbing erection.

  “Whose ass is this, pet?” he questioned as he pressed forward and the large head of his erection disappeared into her. His deep voice reached her through a sensual fog. Her body hummed in satisfaction and she realized how good that cock felt entering her. It stretched her as the thick stalk inched in, spreading her wider and wider. Adding to the pleasure was a minimal burn that created a new sensation she could not name. She pressed her head back into the pillow.

  “Your ass, Sir. Oh, please, yes, Sir. More. Sir. Yes! Yessss…” Moaning and pleading deliriously, she felt him press in to the hilt. He stayed there a moment while her body tried desperately to buck back at him. She could feel the curly hairs of his groin pressed against her naked cunt. His balls nestled in the crack dividing her bottom. All the sensations rolled together on her. It was wicked! It was delicious! It was unbelievable! He was fully pressed into her ass and she wanted him to move!

  Entering her ass after such an extended session with her cunt gave her no time to be afraid. Although his every action was deliberate and even methodical, she was still aroused from the orgasm he’d just given her. Being restrained removed any possibility of evading him, it never even occurred to her. Now here she was dying for him to fuck her ass. Willing to beg, plead whatever! But he needed to start fucking her ass!

  His large hands gripped her thighs and he began to move. Slowly he pulled out, watching himself glide out of her virgin little hole. It was almost a spiritual moment for him. Her ass was his alone. No one else would ever see this sight. No one else would ever see his woman like this, period.

  His possessive inner beast thrust back its head and howled in triumph. His woman was beneath him, willingly surrendering to this most intimate act. Her little body pressed eagerly back onto his cock as he shoved it into her. Her sweet voice begging him to fuck her ass harder, deeper. There could be no question later about what she wanted.

  He gradually gave her what she wanted. Increasing the power and speed of his thrusts into that sinful, hot cavity of sensations. It was too good! As her rear squeezed down on him, he felt his control crumbling slowly. Each time she twisted beneath him, begging him to fuck her ass harder, a little more restraint vanished.

  He drove three fingers up her cunt and she disintegrated into orgasm. He pounded away at her clenching ass through her first one, driving her ruthlessly into a second hard climax, and still he wanted more. She would be sore tomorrow, but he just couldn’t stop. As she climaxed for a third time, his body arched into her and exploded.

  He saw white lights behind his eyes as his seed ripped out the root of him buried deep in her sweet little ass. It felt like the release propelled his whole body into her shuddering flesh. He never wanted to leave this haven of extreme pleasure—she was so far outside all previous experience. He felt like he was barely hanging onto that rocket fireball, which swept through them every time they touched. There was no controlling it. He hung on and hoped to survive.

  Tiredly he collapsed down onto her body. They were both panting gutturally as their sticky bodies vibrated with aftershocks.

  Gingerly he pulled out of her. Quickly reaching to release her legs from the straps, he pulled each one down slowly. Her arms were released with gentle care taken as he pulled them down to her sides.

  She lay there content to let him move her like a rag doll. Smoothing the hair off her brow he caressed down to her cheek. Her lashes drifted up to regard him. Staring down into her upturned face, he sank down and brushed her lips with his. She moaned softly and opened to him. Tilting his head for a better fit, his lips settled over hers and the kiss deepened. It was slow and lazy, a wordless communication that spoke of tender emotions. His lips worshipped her spirit, her heart—her very being was a miracle to him.

  Sighing, he pulled away and slid off the bed to take care of business in the bathroom and dispose of the condom. He dumped salts into the tub while turning on the faucets. He left it running and returned to her. She hadn’t moved an inch.

  Scooping her up, he grinned as she curled into him naturally. Her arms wound around his neck and her head rested on his shoulder. In the bathroom, he stepped in the tub with her, sinking down into the steaming water. He sat with her in front of him and dragged her hair up over his shoulder and out of the water as she relaxed back on his chest. His cheek rested on the top of her head while long thick arms held her firmly. His legs stretched out beside her down the length of the tub. He surrounded her and Prin discovered she’d never felt more content. Presently he turned off the water with his toes.

  Neither of them moved nor spoke for a long time.

  The digital clock on the vanity glared at him, the red-lighted readout 4:45 a.m. He frowned at it. An hour and fifteen minutes left. His arms tightened around her and she murmured something unintelligible. Turning her head into his neck, she lapped her little tongue out to taste him. He guessed she was too tired to move and was trying to settle him down. Smiling tenderly over her, he began caressing her rib cage gently to wake her up.

  “Hey, Baby Girl. Time to talk,” he murmured, lifting his head from her hair. Her head bobbed once into a more comfortable spot on his collarbone and she mumbled.

  “Sure, talk.” Not bothering to open her eyes.

  He dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “All right, I’ll go first.” His deep voice rumbled nicely under her cheek and she sighed drowsily as he started. “My name is, Gray Quinn Winston. My friends call me Gray.”

  Her head shot up off his chest to glare at him. All sleepiness vanished from her face as he continued.

  “I own a security company that currently operates out of Miami.”

  She struggled to scoot away from him, but his hold on her would not allow it.

  “Dave was a college roommate of mine before I went in the service. That’s how we know each other.”

  “Wait a minute here,” she interrupted, glaring up at him. “We agreed to no information! No names! What are you doing?”

  “We agreed no information would be asked for or required,” Gray told her patiently. “Nothing was ever said about volunteering it. I’m not asking you for anything. I’m
not requiring anything from you. I’m just telling you about me.” He smiled tenderly down at her and dropped a kiss on her scrunched up little nose.

  “But, but…” Prin sputtered. “We have an agreement…” Her voice trailed off in confusion.

  “And we still do. Right up until six a.m. this morning, baby,” he assured her seriously. “That’s why I need to get this in while you still have to listen to me. Remember the ‘no talking until you’re asked a direct question’ part of that agreement?” His eyebrows rose as he regarded her.

  Her mouth snapped shut in a mutinous line as she digested that bit of reasoning. Gray gathered her stiff little body back into him and continued. She didn’t relax as he told her where he lived, how he handled the high-tech security as well as the corporate officers’ physical safety measures for a national bank that had regional offices in town.

  The water was beginning to cool so he lifted her out of the tub. Her sweet form remained rigid under his hands as he stood her beside the tub to dry her off.

  It was a gamble. The only way he could figure to get around that damn agreement he’d personally made airtight. She couldn’t “unknow” the information once she’d heard it. He wasn’t breaking his word to her about anything they’d agreed to. Specifically, he’d agreed not to contact her after this night. If she made the contact, all bets were off.

  Knowing the connection between them was lifetime-deep and getting her to accept it were two different things. Regardless of the damn contract, or if she contacted him, he would know where she was from this day on. She had no way of knowing that yet, but she had gained one of the most malevolent forces on the planet as her protector. He and the men he called friends would defend her with their lives, even if it were from a distance.