“Ah, but was it as wrong as defying me, slipping away from me, and nearly getting yourself kidnapped?”
He shook a finger at her before he struck again.
Before Natalie could consider running, she found herself on her back, the light cotton pajama bottoms flying through the air as Saban tossed them over his shoulder. She was naked now. Naked and hot and wet, and she was damned if she going to let him get away with this.
She jerked to rise from the bed, only to find herself pushed back, rolled to her stomach, and a hard male weight straddling her thighs as one broad, calloused palm pressed between her shoulder blades, holding her to the bed despite her struggles.
“I said I was sorry,” she bit out. “What more do you want? I won’t do it again.”
The opposite hand stroked over the curve of her butt as his fingertips pressed lightly against the narrow crease.
“Saban, I love you. You know I love you. I swear, I learned my lesson already.” Okay, she was caving, but she had been wrong, she was big enough to admit to it. “You shouldn’t have walked away like that. You shouldn’t have left me.”
“I’ll never leave you again, cher .” The words whispered over the small of her back a second before his lips grazed the flesh. “Should you ever be so foolish again, I’ll spank you where you stand.”
His hand landed lightly on the curve of her ass.
Natalie froze, her eyes jerking wide at the incredible streak of burning pleasure that tore through the
nerve endings there.
“Saban.” Was that weak, whimpering sound actually coming from her lips? She sounded like a sex vamp begging for more.
“You’ll be a good girl in the future, will you no, cher ?” The accent slipped out, cutting words and sounding so incredibly sexy she almost climaxed from the sound of it alone.
“This is ridiculous,” she cried out as another firm slap landed on her rear, sending those curling fingers of heat and pleasure to wrap around her already swollen clit.
His hand landed again, again. Oh God, she could feel her flesh heating, blushing, and she knew she should be outraged, furious; instead, she was burning alive with arousal. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, coating her pu**y, spreading along her clit and increasing its sensitivity.
“I’ll not walk away again, mate.” He leaned forward, his lips pressing between her shoulders, his teeth rasping over her spine. “I’ll love you until you know nothing exists in this life for me but you. I’ll protect you, sometimes, from yourself.” He nipped at her shoulder. “But never will I leave you again.”
His hand slipped between their bodies, found the juices gathering along the swollen folds there, and he growled in hungry demand.
His touch was like a flame. She could feel the pleasure burning inside her, her body begging for more. She should be fighting him, but she couldn’t find the will to deny herself, let alone him, what she knew he could give her.
What she knew they both needed.
“Come, cher .”
Natalie turned eagerly as he lifted his weight from her, turning her to him. Her arms twined around his neck, dragging his chest to her br**sts and his lips to hers. She wanted that kiss. She was burning for it, dying for it. When it came, it was filled with the taste of wild lust and stormy emotion. Anger and fear laced each desperate bite of passion, each sip of lips as their moans mingled, their hands caressed.
Oh God, his hands. Calloused and strong, they skimmed over her flesh as his lips moved to her neck, licked, stroked. A frenzy of sensations tore through her. She could feel the heat like lightning, searing her flesh.
“Mine!” He snarled the word against the curve of her breast. “Always mine.”
She wasn’t fighting it, she couldn’t fight it. The hours he had left her alone had given her a chance to think, a chance to feel. She had faced the thought of life without him and found it intolerable.
“Come for me, cher .” His fingers slipped inside her pu**y, stroked with diabolic pleasure, as his lips covered the hard point of her nipple.
And she did just as he asked; she came, shuddering, arching, feeling the pleasure overtake her in gentle, consuming waves.
“Ah, cher .” He licked her nipple, grazed his teeth over it. “Ma cher.”
“I love you.” She whispered the words against his neck as she held on tight and felt the shudder of response that rippled through his hard body. “I’ll always love you.”
She would never be able to walk away as she had with Mike. That knowledge was both terrifying and exhilarating, knowing he held that much of her soul.
“I treasure you.” He kissed her nipple with suckling little motions of his lips. “I adore you.” His head moved to her stomach. “Ah, cher , I love you until I feel lost without you.” His lips lowered to the swollen, saturated folds of her pu**y.