me, my breath catching in my throat. As if to tease me once more, he sucks the delicate skin where my pulse flickers faster than a bird’s wings during flight.
Instead of speaking, he surprises me by tightening his arm around my waist and shifts me so that anyone’s view of me is blocked by his large frame as he towers over me.
“You think to find another male so soon after our union?” Castien glides his hand up my leg, his fingertips no more than a whisper against my thighs. “Have you already forgotten the screams that poured from your throat and the way you came all over my fingers, tongue, and cock? Well, I have not,” he says, sliding two fingers into my sex, “and I will remind you as many times as it takes for you to remember who you belong to.”
He shows me no mercy as he pleasures me right in the middle of the store. His strokes are perfectly timed, each one more aggressive than the last. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, but my breathing is heavy and uneven despite my best efforts. Arousal morphs into the need for release, and I grip both of Castien’s shoulders as I grind my hips down onto his hand. He chuckles at my obvious desire for relief while continuing to fuck me with his fingers. My attraction for him is so great that it takes everything inside me not to ask him to put his cock in me.
We are in public, for shit’s sake, and yet I’d totally let him have his way with me.
“Whose cunt is this, Jade?” He accentuates each word with a delicious pressure against the wall of my sex, and I nearly groan.
“Yours,” I say, my voice breaking on the monosyllable.
“Very good, love. Now come for me.”
My orgasm hits me, and I ride each wave of ecstasy, unable to do anything else. Castien watches me all the while, and his gaze streaks with silver when I quietly moan his name.
“That’s right, mate. Surrender to me.”
I let my head fall forward on his chest with a soft thud and suck in air while trying to remain standing. Castien’s hold around my waist assists with that or else I’d probably sink to the floor.
He’s right when he says I belong to him because I can’t imagine being with anyone except him. I’m starting to wonder if my feelings go beyond gratitude into something much deeper. More permanent.
My heart flutters at the idea, but my mind is quick to put on the brakes. Yes, he rescued me, and yes, I had amazing sex with him, but that doesn’t equate to a long-lasting relationship. I barely know the guy, and truth be told, he doesn’t know me. And I’m not sure I do either. All I know with certainty is that I don’t want to be who I was.
And that I care for Castien.
“Has your memory been sufficiently jogged?” he asks, sweeping his lips across mine. “Or do you need another reminder that I’m the only one who fucks this cunt of yours?”
I shake my head. “I’m fully aware.”
“Pity.” He wriggles his fingers in my sex, and I gasp. “We will have to continue this later.” He removes his hand from between my legs and then sucks on each digit as if it is coated with honey. “As I said before, you are delectable, Jade.”
I swallow deep, speechless and still aroused.
He adjusts my clothing as if he didn’t just finger me and then selects a black garment that shimmers pleasantly underneath the shop’s lighting. I eye the tight material of the dress and the plunging neckline.
“I think this will complement you quite nicely,” he says, turning and holding it up in front of me. “The material is giving, which will allow it to mold to your large breasts and hips but still accentuate that trim waist of yours. Yes, this will do.”
He takes a step in the direction of the shopkeeper, and my voice halts him.
“Don’t you think I should try it on, just to make sure it’s my size?”
He glances at me over his shoulder, a panty-drenching smirk in place. “I know your body intimately, and it’s not hard for me to know what will fit you.”
I wave a hand. “Okay, it’s your money anyway.”
Unsure if he’s correct about my size, I hurriedly select a couple more dresses, skirts, and tops, as well as shoes. When I walk up to Castien, he takes the bundle from