Spicy Hot
I bounce against the mattress, hair tangled, body burning.
Kael bends over me, his eyes gleaming with something almost feral.
“Then beg.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
“Please, Master,” I moan, thighs spread, offering myself. “Please, take me. Use me. I’m yours.”
He growls, a raw animal sound, and his hands close around my wrists, pinning them above my head. His mouth crashes down on mine—hungry, possessive—his tongue forcing my lips apart, exploring, dominating. I answer with desperation, arching into him, feeling his hard erection pressing against my stomach.