“Are you hot, my pet?”
His dulcet tones reached inside her and yanked free the submissive that she only allowed out of its cage on her personal command. It perked up in excitement as his deep Dom voice triggered the darkest desire she’d been yearning to unleash for years but had never found the man to tap into it.
To be Dominated and controlled with a power and strength that left her gasping for breath.
That he managed to do it with no more than a question hinting at his knowledge of the effect he had over her libido, left her staggering with realization. Shane had warned her and here she was—already falling prey to the magnetism that was all Zeke Sinclair.
Chapter Ten
For once in her life, Taylor didn’t overthink her reaction. She responded on instinct, on a need driving her action with such profound surety, she could only pray she’d survive the path she blindly chose in that moment.
“I’m burning up, Master Dragon … and only the fire you spew can save me.”
Her voice husked with a raw quality that wrapped itself snugly around his loins and squeezed so tight it left him hot and bothered. The pleading quality of her voice didn’t go unnoticed; in fact, it pleased the hell out of him.
“You surely have a way to kick start a man’s testosterone, little one,” he murmured as he traced the pulsing vein on the side of her neck with his tongue. “Who am I to deny a damsel in distress?”
“Oh, thank god,” she lilted.
Zeke chuckled at the relief he noticed in her eyes. He knew she was sexually charged. He’d made sure of it over the past ten days. He wanted her as hot and bothered as he was. There was nothing he wanted more than to hear her sweet voice begging him to fuck her. Something he was sure his little dove had never done before.
Taylor Banks had many hidden compartments, all compacted in a very complex woman. She had intrigued him from the get-go but he wasn’t blind to the restrictions that were part of who and what she was. Those limitations that stood between what she needed and what she allowed herself to experience. He intended to peel every layer of resistance she’d erected around her heart; her ability to experience emotions and most of all, curbing the true submissive inside her until he found the raw center of her.
The vulnerable woman underneath the mask of assertiveness she presented to the world.
The woman who desired to be fully and powerfully Dominated.
The woman who needed to be loved.
The woman who was meant to be his … until the end of time.
At this very moment, the woman he desired with a throb that threatened to splinter his loins into shreds. His eyes glimmered as they dropped to her heaving breasts. A frown sliced between his brows.
“Remind me to cut up all your bras when we get back to the apartment.”
“You … what?” she puffed as she struggled to comprehend his words when all her mind was centered on was the hard ridge of his cock digging into her stomach. “Oh, my god,” she cried as Zeke fisted his hand in the front of her t-shirt, clasping her bra along with it and yanked hard. The front clasp gave way to the power of his hands, as did the thin cotton. She gaped at the tatters of bra and t-shirt hanging from her shoulders, her breasts bare and boldly swollen with hard nipples eagerly pointing at him.
She looked like a hussy begging to be fucked!
Which is exactly what you want, Taylor, so suck it up, buttercup!
“You just tore my clothes,” she said in a petulant tone.
“Indeed, and I will continue to do so every time you annoy me by squashing these delightful tits of yours within the confines of a wire trap.”
Taylor’s carnal groan echoed over the cliff as Zeke flicked his fingers over her nipples, first the one, then the other. She moved restlessly against the tree, helplessly trapped with her arms stretched above her and his hard body wedged between her legs. Each searing brush against the nubs sent shards of heat to coil around her loins, setting them throbbing.
“You’re so fucking hot, Taylor.”
She was enthralled by the sudden roughness in his voice and the dark look on his face. His arousal was apparent in every flex of his powerful physique.
“Please, Zeke. I can’t take much more.”
Her voice quivered, affirmation of the war raging through her. She had never experienced such an instantaneous chemical attraction and reckless impulsiveness for any other man. A need to offer her complete surrender and subjugation to his domination. She felt the fear of losing control to this man trembling inside her but it was a battle soon lost by the excitement of what was to come.
Zeke wasn’t any less affected by the treasured warmth of her body penetrating his mind. He was besieged by her fresh, sweet scent. It sparked the familiar cravings he experienced when she was in the vicinity.
The distant squawk of a crow overhead mingled with the muted thump of waves and the cascading waterfall in the background. He felt pleasantly dazed, like he was overwhelmed by a tincture of opium pulsing through his veins. He exhaled deeply, forcing his raging testosterone under control. It was a first for him. Although he was caught off guard by the intensity of the emotions—however much he welcomed them—he had the foresight to realize they needed to be unwrapped, bit by bit, to find the true meaning of what it made him feel.
He fisted his hand in her silky tresses and pulled her head back, gazing at her in mute fascination as a myriad of emotions swirled in the depths of her eyes. It pleased him more than he cared to admit.
To know she was as unprepared for the feelings he’d awakened inside her as he was.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, nibbling at the base of her neck where a pulse beat rapidly. He traced his tongue over the upper curve of her breasts.
“Ahh, that feels so good,” Taylor gushed in a breathless whisper as she yielded unconditionally to his passionate advances. Her legs trembled at the vision of his hard body possessing hers, molding them together. She had stopped questioning the desire to feel his hardness slide into her. She wanted it. Now. Right here, in this moment. She gave in to the force and ground her hips against his loins.
Crack! Crack!
“Fuck! That hurts,” she cried as her eyes fluttered open from the unexpected stinging slaps against her nipples.
“You should know better, Taylor. If I wanted you to move, I’d tell you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she all but snapped at him, only to cry out in pain as two more slaps cracked against her hard and throbbing breasts.
“I told you what to call me, sub.” His one eyebrow ambled upward. Her ovaries jiggled in response. “Or do I need to remind you?”
“No, Master Dragon. I apologize, I won't forget again.”
Her breath came in short puffs as he trailed a tantalizing path with his lips over her shoulder. She bit back the agonized gasps that trembled on her lips. It was inconceivable how easily he managed to elevate her lust into overdrive. She felt it in her skin that sizzled as his tongue licked at the silky texture between her breasts before moving the heat of his breath to hover over the aching tips of her breasts.
“I love your tits, little one,” he rasped and smiled as a cry of ecstasy burst from her when he sucked a nipple inside the wet recess of his mouth.
Taylor trembled as surges of pure bliss awakened every nerve ending along her skin. She arched her back and silently begged for more.