Master of Desire Lacey Alexander (novels to read in english .txt) 📖

“I could come merely from your words, vixen,” he rasped, leaning in to kiss her  neck, cup her breast.

“No,” she begged. “Please fuck me first. Make me feel  you—more. Move in me.”

A week  ago he would have punished her for the protest, the command, but now he only growled his heat and began to move his  thick, hard cock in and out of the tight little passage. She met each impossibly delectable thrust, still awash in wonder that hewas inside her there, where he  couldn’t possibly be, where he couldn’t possibly fit—and yet, where he belonged.

They both cried out at  the  intensity of  the sensations and Ralen reached over her hip to press his fingers into her slick cunt. Teesia’s pleasure quadrupled, became mindless, boundless—like before, with both  men, but somehow easier now, for all she had to do was lie there and receive it,  take it into her, let it consume her.

When she came, it  echoed through  her whole being, her body jolting uncontrollably, and it seemed to take Ralen  to the same place, as well. “I can’t holdback,” he growled.

“On me, not in me,” she begged.

And as he swiftly pulled out of her, she rolled to her back, watching— until hissemen arced across her belly and breasts  in three mighty bursts of white.

Together, they massaged it into  her skin,  as she murmured, “Yes, rub it into me, make it a part of me, something I can keep, take inside me.” The warmth was like a sheath of wetness, something she could wear.

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Settling next to her a moment later, he nuzzled close and spoke slowly. “You do get to keep me, vixen, you  know.”

Stunned at the thoughts suddenly pummeling her, even as she basked in  the afterglow of heated sex, she looked up into his eyes. “Do I?”

“What do you mean?” His brows knit.

She shook her head uncertainly, trying to think how to explain.  Be honest. Just tell him how you feel.  She could do that now, without  worry. “Somehow, deep inside me, Isuppose I feared that…well, the  ultimate  punishment would be to make me your willing slave and then  to…abandon me.”

Ralen lay there, shocked by his wife’s words. He’d never even thought about… But then, certainly, there’d been a  time when such a  plan might have sounded like wonderful retribution to him if he had  thought of it.

The notion took him back to the past, back  to his old love, Banya, who’d taught him what true abandonment meant, and he found himself peering down into Teesia’s gentle, worried eyes, wanting nothing more than to calm her fears. “No, vixen, I would not do that to you.”

Even in dim candlelight, he saw the stark  need within her gaze as she curled her fingers into his chest and said, “Really?”

He nodded. “You are mine…forever.”

As his young wife clutched at him, he wanted only to keep her safe,  wrapped within his arms, until the end  of time. Ares, but he’d not expected this—this strength ofemotion. Almost like…what he’d once felt  for Banya. Such pure, strong need flowing through his veins—only different in that it  came with a sureness, a contentment, a knowledge  that she felt the same way and that nothing would ever part them. He lifted his thoughts heavenward and gave silent thanks to Ares for bringing this woman to him, and for making of their union so much more than he’d dreamed it could be.

That was his last thought before sleep  took him—a good, deep sleep, his wife tucked warmly within his embrace—until the sun glancing through the window urged his eyes open. He gazed down on her sleeping form, so  docile and sweet, so willing to please him.

He was sure now. Sure she had  never given herself to another in any way. Sure she’d come to him pure of any touches other than his own.

As he ran his fingertips through her dark  mane of hair, her blue eyes eased open, meeting with his. They  exchanged a gentle smile that seemed to say their hearts were in the same place.

Amazing, he thought. He’d never expected his  heart  to be involved in this relationship. And even if he’d known it would be, he’d never imagined he would want to let her know it.

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“What does the day hold?” she asked with a youthful exuberance he’d not seen  much of in her before. He supposed he’d never given her the chance  to show him such a  side of her personality.

He grinned. “What do you desire for the day, my little vixen?”

Her smile held pure devotion. “Whatever  you  desire.”

But he shook his head. He loved her sexual obedience and willingness to  please  him—he’d wanted that  desperately and  he’d gotten it—but he was just now realizing

that  he  didn’t  want  it  to  be  a  way  of  life for her outside of bed. He wanted the real  Teesia. He wanted to  know  the real Teesia. “No, what do  you  wish, my wife?”

She gazed lovingly up at him. “You  don’t understand. I  have no  desires independent of you any longer. What  you wish for me, I wish for myself.  Your  pleasure  is  my  pleasure.”

Her words were like  thunder rolling through him. Ares, but the depths  of her  affection, and his possession, went deeper  than he’d even understood until now. She  was his true, willing slave. And he loved her for it. But he wanted to love her for other  things, too. “I treasure your obedience in sex, Teesia,” he explained, “but I wish to see  other pieces of you, as well. Tell me. Tell me  what else you wish other than to please  me. Tell me what you wish purely for  yourself.”

His wife rolled to her back, her delectable  dark-tipped breasts settling slightly to  either side as she peered upward, thinking.  Finally,  she turned to  face him again, her expression brimming with sincerity. “If I had any wish,” she said, “it’s that  you  might  somehow experience the true, deep, dark  delights that I have, at your hand.”

He laughed softly. He’d truly created a