him. He buried the questions forming and twisted to get her under him. He watched her as he brought her knees up and spread them wide. “Tell me, Yasmeen,” he said as he began fucking her as he’d wanted to since seeing her walk into the visitation. Hard. Fast. Deep. “Why am I between your legs?”
Her arms went out to the sides, and she held on by gripping the bed cover. Her firm breasts swayed and bounced. Such temptation. “Because you made it impossible for me to leave.”
He stilled. “Is that so? Before you left me the other night, you offered me dinner or a drink. Had you opened your apartment door to me, would you not have invited me in? Into your home, and after a suitable amount of time, into your body?”
She blew out a frustrated breath. “Why are you so chatty?”
He did nothing.
“Fine. Maybe.”
He didn’t even twitch.
She narrowed one eye at him. “Okay. I’m ninety-nine percent sure I would have.”
“Of course, you would have, my pet. So do not pretend otherwise.” He began moving again.
She tried to punish him by remaining unaffected but that lasted only a dozen strokes before she was moaning. Her eyes slid closed, and her head went back to expose the long length of her throat. His mouth gushed with water when he saw her carotid fluttering. Too bad the nonsense he’d heard all his life was a myth. If he were a vampire, he’d have struck and sucked this beauty dry.
As he let go of her legs and fell onto her so he could reach that spot, he abandoned the conversation and used her body for his pleasure. He savored the feel of her silky skin sliding against his, her needy hands pulling at him, her seeking tongue finding its way into his mouth again. Her tight, tight clasp welcoming him with every pump of his hips.
“Are you protected, Yasmeen?” he rasped, belatedly thinking about contraception. Protection, for either of them, had completely slipped his mind.
Her hands continued to roam everywhere. Every touch, every sound she made, every single sign of her satisfaction kept him in the moment. “Yes, Lucian. Take what you need. I’m safe.”
His rhythm didn’t alter as those words resonated somewhere in the back of his mind. Safe. She was safe. Yes. Safe. Sheltered. Protected.
Hidden away.
He disregarded the train of thought before it took off and focused on the heated muscles beginning to pulse around his cock. He clamped a hand on his pet’s throat and another on the top of her head. He restrained her completely, making it impossible for her to move. To get away. The hold, the weight of his body, the way he caged her in with his legs; all of it was meant to show her there was no escaping him. And because she didn’t fight it, in fact, she gripped his hips and held on as she rocked with him in perfect time, Lucian once more felt in total control.
His climax rushed him, locking the air in his lungs. And with the release came an addictive feeling of euphoria that had nothing at all to do with endorphins and everything to do with this woman’s complete submission.
SIX
He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since they’d started. An hour? Two? Not that it mattered, Lucian realized as he finally set aside Yasmeen’s well-used body. If he stayed any longer, providing a silent lesson each time he put an end to her caressing fingers and attempted nuzzles, he was either going to take her again or doze off with her wrapped around him. He didn’t want to do either because one would show a lack of restraint and the other would give the impression of an intimacy that wasn’t welcome in the dynamic he’d chosen for them. She was in his bed for his convenience, not to feed some inane need women had to be held after they’d served their purpose.
“Shower and dress in something comfortable. You should have everything you need.” He motioned to the dressing rooms separated by a large framed mirror that reflected an image of them in bed. Americans called them walk-in closets, but they were more than that. “The bathroom is fully stocked with your favored items. Your bag is next to the love seat.” He pointed to the sitting area by the front windows. The furnishings were all light, as was everything in this room. He preferred the cream and gold to the darker schemes used in many