Lahat ng Kabanata ng TEMPT ME, MASTER : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

The room was still like an oven, but the fire inside us was hotter than the summer air. Marcus was still on top of me, his heavy chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. His sweat was mixing with mine, making our skin slick and slippery. I liked the weight of him. I liked how big and strong he felt against my small frame."I’m still dreaming," I whispered, my voice sounding shaky. "I’ve thought about you being in my bed so many times, Marcus.""It’s not a dream, Sienna," he said. He leaned down and kissed me again, his tongue moving slow and deep. He tasted like salt and pure desire. "I'm right here. And I’m not going anywhere until I’ve had every part of you."He sat up and pulled me with him. He sat on the edge of the bed and made me sit on his lap, facing him. My legs were wrapped around his thick waist. I could feel how hard he was against me. He reached out and grabbed my breasts, his large hands covering them completely. He started to squeeze them, his thumbs rubbi

We lay there on the tangled, wet sheets for a long time. The sun was getting higher, and the room was getting even hotter. Marcus was still heavy on top of me, his skin sticking to mine. Every breath he took felt like fire against my neck. I could feel his heart beating hard against my back. Even though we had just finished, the air was still thick with pure desire. The hunger hadn't gone away; it was just resting for a second."You're shaking, Sienna," Marcus whispered. His voice was deep and rough. He ran his big, calloused hand down my side, and I shivered."I can't help it," I said. My voice was just a tiny breath. "You're so big... you're too much for me, Marcus.""I'm exactly enough for you," he growled. He sat up, and the cool air hit my wet skin for a second, but it didn't last. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "Look at us. We are a mess. We need to wash all this off."I looked at him, and my eyes went straight to his lap. Even after what we just did, he was already starti

The safe house was small, dark, and smelled like old wood. Outside, the rain was coming down so hard I couldn’t even see the trees. I was stuck here with Dax.Dax was thirty-five years old, and he was the scariest man I had ever met. He was also the most beautiful. He was my bodyguard. He was over six feet tall, with shoulders so broad they barely fit through the doors. He had a scar on his jaw and eyes that never stopped moving. He was supposed to protect me from my father’s enemies, but right now, the only thing I felt in danger of was my own heart.I am twenty-two. I am supposed to be a "lady," but standing here in this tiny cabin with Dax made me feel like a wild animal. I was wearing a silk slip dress because we had to leave the city in a hurry. The thin fabric didn't hide anything, especially not how much my body was reacting to him.Dax was standing by the window, checking his gun. He didn't have his jacket on. His black t-shirt was tight against his massive chest and arms

We lay on the thick bear-skin rug for a long time. The fire was popping and crackling, throwing heat onto our sweaty skin. Dax was still heavy on top of me, his heart thumping against my chest like a drum. I could feel the weight of his large body, and it made me feel small and safe, but also very dirty. The room was dark except for the orange light of the flames."I can't move," I whispered into his neck. My voice was raspy from all the screaming I had done.Dax didn't say anything at first. He just buried his face in my hair and breathed in deep. "You're not going anywhere, Elena. I told you. You’re mine tonight."He finally pulled out of me, and I felt the cold air hit my wet skin. But he didn't move far. He sat up and pulled me back into his lap. We were sitting right in front of the fire. He reached out and grabbed a bottle of water from the floor, taking a long drink before pressing the cold bottle against my hot cheek. I took a sip, but my eyes were focused on him.The fireligh

The gray light of morning crawled through the dirty windows of the cabin. The storm was over, but the air inside was still heavy with the scent of our raw sex. I was lying on the bed now, wrapped in a thin blanket, watching Dax. He was standing by the door, fully dressed in his black tactical gear. He looked like the cold, hard professional again, but I knew the truth. I knew how his hands felt when they were gripping my hips. I knew the sound of his roar when he lost control inside me."The car is ready," Dax said, his voice low and gravelly. He didn't look at me yet. "In one hour, we will be back in the city. You will go back to your father. I will go back to standing at your door.""No," I said, sitting up. The blanket slid down, exposing my skin, which was covered in his marks. "I can't go back to that. Not after last night. You aren't my bodyguard anymore, Dax. You’re my man."Dax turned around, and the mask broke. His eyes were dark with pure desire and a secret craving that he