~ CASIMIR ~Standing behind her as I was, I had a perfect view down her cleavage as her chest rose and fell very quickly. I looked forward to plunging my length down that dark valley.I’d been furling up the skirt of that spider web of a dress and now I set to my task with focus. As the hem drew up to her thighs, I let my fingertips brush her skin as I continued to raise it slowly, slowly, smiling when her skin pebbled under my touch.She shivered when the cool air of the room met her hot skin, then shuddered when I grasped the skirt in one fist and reached for her with the other, urging her to spread her stance a little wider.“Tell me everything,” I whispered in her ear. “What you like, what you don’t. What makes you tremble. Tell me if it hurts or when you want it to hurt more. Tell me when you’re going to come.”She gave a short little huff, but then I slid two fingers into her folds and she tensed.“Relax,” I growled, and had to remind myself not to give her a taste of the compul

~ JESSE ~Somehow, when Cazz kissed me I felt it in my belly. An ache started down low and I didn’t just get breathless, I got a little bit desperate.Then he straightened, locking eyes with me—and his were glowing—and he growled, “Get on the bed. Now,” and his voice vibrated against my chest, but I felt it all the way to the soles of my feet and started scrambling backwards, trying to get my ass up on the high bed.I tried to jump and missed twice.Cazz gave a chuckle and shook his head, dropping to squat, his hands sliding all the way down the backs of my legs, then cupping the back of my calves.There was a moment he just knelt there, looking up at me and I looked down on him and everything in me that was aching gave a stab of desire, right behind my navel. My breath rushed out of me and I started to shake. His eyes flashed and I braced my hands on the bed behind me and heaved, and this time he helped lift my weight until I was sitting on the thick fur, and it was the most luxuriou

~ CASIMIR ~No one had ever come so close to stealing my control.She was stunning. Skin flushed and pink, lips soft and open, she clawed one hand into my neck and I could have howled.When she came, I’d swear I heard God in her cry.And even when she was blinking and stunned, swallowing, I didn’t let up.We weren’t finished.“Hold on. We’re only just getting started.”Her eyes—glazed with pleasure, but clearing—locked on mine and her mouth opened like she’d speak, but then I rocked into her again and her jaw dropped.She was twitching, her body over-sensitized. The risk of course was that she’d grow desensitized, so I lowered myself to my elbows, cupping hands over her head and finally indulging the urge to be skin-to-skin with her. As we rocked together slowly, I groaned and dropped my chin, our cheeks brushing and even that sweet contact was heightened.When her hands came up, her fingers sliding on my scalp, I kissed her and she clung, taking my tongue as readily as she’d taken th

~ JESSE ~Holy shit. It was suddenly hard to breathe. The immensity of his power, of what that meant… of what kind of man it made him was stunning and utterly horrifying.As my head spun with the implications of what that meant, instinctively I pulled the blanket up and over my chest.“Don’t,” he said darkly, reaching out immediately to tug it back down to bare my breasts. I was about to slap his hand away when I remembered our agreement that I would submit, as long as he didn’t use that power on me.That power that could literally make my heart stop?What else was he capable of?I swallowed back the fear—then quickly forgot it when his eyes zeroed in on my breast and he gave a small smile, reaching out to trace the nipple closest to him with a touch so soft I wouldn’t even have felt it if my nipples hadn’t still been hard.“You’re a beautiful woman, Jesse,” he said, as if the fact surprised him, his tone quiet and suggestive, as if his prior anger had simply melted away. Then he fro

~ CASIMIR ~Jesse, my newly deflowered wife was begging.Had I only heard the words, so earnest and needy, I would have thought she was compelled, but my loins stirred because unlike those I had used my power to compel, she was no shrinking worshiper, slavering at my feet, grateful for any crumb I might drop.She stood with a pride that far exceeded her actual strength. And yet… her posture gave no hint of her fragility. Her chin was high. High enough to reveal the bob of her throat that underlined the stink of fear on her. Yet she didn't cower. Didn't throw herself at my feet like the others would. I would not have thought it possible, but somehow she managed to beg with dignity. And her eyes, when they met mine, walked the line between pleading and challenging.Her stubbornness and insolence might have irritated me, but I admired her courage. Of course, it also made it extremely clear that she had no concept of the true depth of my power. None whatsoever.She held the knowledge, but