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  He spins me in his arms and clamps large hands over my breasts. His rock-hard cock pokes into the back of my ass through my clothing. Teeth graze the length of my neck as he nuzzles my flesh. Dipping his hands into my corset, he cups my nipples and yanks them free of the barrier between us. Twisting them in his fingers, he caresses them until they're stiff and swollen.

  His lips travel to my ear and he sucks over my lobe as he whispers. “I need to fuck you, Red. I need to fuck you until you're raw and I'm spent. But you're going to have to wait now because you've been bad. I'm going to tease you until you can't take it anymore, like you did to me as I watched you cum without me. My lips and hands will work you to the edge, until you're screaming for me to end the torture and release the build up inside you.”

  My corset laces fall to the ground, as does the bodice with it. Distracted by his words, I don't feel his hands undressing me until his cock prods me in my ass, this time without any barriers. A large hand clamps under my cheeks, jamming two fingers inside my entrance.

  “Fuck, Red, you're already dripping. One would think you're turned on by this idea.” He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, his palm pressing firm to my ass. “Are you, Red? Are you wet for me from my words?”

  I choke out a gasp. “Yes.”

  Still behind me, his other hand cups my breast and rakes my nipple, spiraling pleasure through me. The other hand slides out of my pussy and up to my clit, giving it a quick flick.

  “I need to look at you,” he says, spinning me around in his arms as I step out of the pool of clothing at my feet.

  He tilts his head and examines my body. A blush floods my cheeks as his eyes blaze. Their icy hue deepens into a softer blue the longer he stares. I almost think he looks upon me with love, not lust. But I won't give in to those thoughts. I know he wants only my body, because we fit together. We satisfy a need we each have—a primal desire to be raw and untamed. Love isn't an option. Yet the thought of this ever ending between us bores a hole into my heart. But that's not love, is it?

  “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, Rose. Your form is stunning. Soft. Inviting. Warm.” His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, and his face is wrought with so many emotions I can't pick a single one out.

  “Marcus,” I whisper, and it breaks his train of thought, hardening his face.

  He roars. “I did not ask for you to speak. Unless you're screaming it, I do not want to hear my name.”

  Quickened breaths puff through my cheeks and I give a nod, fighting the excitement pooling between my legs. I ache for his touch. And I'll take it if I have to. I need to test him.

  I drop to my knees again and cover the length of him with my mouth, giving him several quick sucks before he groans and yanks me back up. “Red, you fucking tease.”

  Palming the back of my neck with his hand, he curls his fingers around my throat and shoves me face first onto the bed. My ass bent upward, he slams his bare hand against it sending a stinging pain along my skin. As I ride the wave of pleasure and pain, he slams his hard cock into my drenched pussy, giving two hard thrusts before releasing me.

  “Is that what you want? My cock?” he asks, still gripping the back of my neck with his large hands.

  “Yes,” I moan, rocking my hips, begging him for more.

  “Taste your sweet juices on me,” he says as he flips my body over and presses his cock to my lips.

  I lap at it like a hungry cat. Pulling him into my mouth, I clamp my lips around him and press over the shaft with my tongue.

  A hissing growl shoots from his clenched teeth and his muscles tighten. “You're going to earn this fuck, Red.”

  He jerks back from my lips and strokes himself in front of me, sliding in a mixture of my saliva, my arousal, and his own that bubbled to the tip against my tongue.

  “If you get to stroke yourself, then I do too.” I slam my own hand against my pussy and rock my fingers in and out of me. Giving him another tease, I let out several soft moans in breathy gasps.

  “You like being punished, don't you.” His eyes flood with desire. I've never seen them darker.

  He slaps my hand away and spanks my pussy with the other. I flinch as the sting blazes against my swollen clit, sucking a gasp from my lungs. Before I can answer he's on his knees beside the bed, face pressed between my open thighs. His fingers burrow into my hips as he massages his tongue over my sensitive bud.

  Short bursts of air puff in and out of my chest as he works magic with his mouth. I press up onto my arms so I can watch him face-deep in my pussy. My fingers creep toward his hair, but he doesn't pull away. They run through his thick dark strands, resting upon his scalp, where I massage him in rhythm with his lapping tongue.

  He moans and a hum ripples over my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. He must have sensed it because he jerked back. Lifting from between my legs, he crawls up my body and pushes me further up onto the bed. I ache for him to reach my mouth with his lips covered in my lust for him.

  It dawns on me then, I've never tasted his lips. His mouth and hands have been all over my body, and we have yet to kiss.

  My heart quickens as I imagine his lips claiming mine. All the things he's doing to my body, making it wrought with pleasure, yet there's a hollow echo that still needs to be claimed. And only his lips against mine will fill it.

  Hovering over me, he grips his cock in hand and drags the tip of it along my cleft, before stopping on my clit. He rocks back and forth over the swollen bud. Thick with my arousal, he slides in quick, slick movements.

  “Kiss me,” I demand, staring into his eyes above me.

  That same look swallows him, as it did before when he stared at my naked body. Conflicted emotions flash in his eyes, transforming from deep blue to their iced over hue.

  “You don't get to give orders tonight,” he growls.

  “I want you to kiss me, Marcus,” I scream.

  His chest heaves and he drops against me. Noses pressed together, he refuses to touch my lips. Hands on either side of my head curl into my hair and grip it tight.

  “Rose may deserve a kiss, but Red,” he pauses and stares deep into my eyes. “No, Red is still being punished.”

  Chapter Five

  I thrust my groin against hers, sliding my cock between her lower lips. Rocking back and forth, I rake its hardness over the length of her, not entering. I must distract myself from her demands in order to complete my mission, my task at keeping her pleasured.

  Yet with simple words she crumbles my walls, begging me to kiss her. Since the moment I met her, my lips ached to know the feel of hers. I fell asleep next to her naked body last night, dreaming of crushing our mouths together. But I held back the one part of me I wasn't ready to give.

  A kiss is powerful and one that unlocks the chambers of the heart. Mine has been girded away for a long time and in moments she just about shatters them. Only when I'm sure she will not break me will I allow her to have mine.

  I reach for the straps of leather I set aside on the table, prepared for her arrival this time. Cuffing her hands above her head, I lock her to the bed. Her eyes capture my soul, filled with lust for me. But something else flickers in them tonight, and it puzzles me. There's a deepness inside those pools of jade, something warm and forbidden.

  I shake myself out of it, my mind creating something there that's not. She comes to me for pleasure, not out of love. Yet I fall back to the look on her face, the one that offered me friendship today in my animal state. There is a kindness, a deepness to her I crave to know more of. An ache wells up in me and I no longer want to fuck her.

  I want to make love to her.

  But it's not about me, it's about her. And she expects me to ravage her body, to sting her with pain, then drive it away with pleasure. Pain burrows a hole deep inside her, and with each moan and orgasm she releases it. It reminds me of my own.

  Looking down on her, I stretch a hand over her wrists in the cuffs while the other rakes down her breasts and over her stoma
ch. Her body arches under my fingertips.

  “Someday I want to paint a portrait of you, lying just like this for me,” I whisper. My hot breath whisks across her taut nipple.

  “All you want is my body?” she asks, letting out a soft moan.

  Air hitches in my throat. “Is that not what you want?” I push off her and grab the scarf from last night.

  Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “No, I want to see you. Watch you.”

  “Punishment, Red,” I remind her and fasten the scarf behind her head.

  “You frustrate me so, Marcus,” she hisses through clenched teeth.

  “I told you not to use my name unless you're screaming it as I make you cum,” I say and slap a hand over her clit.

  A whimper floats out from her lips attached to a moan. “You bastard,” she gasps and writhes in the sheets.

  I grab a taper candle from the table and light the wick in the fireplace. Carefully, I carry it back to the bed. Easing the thicker side against her clit, I stroke it up and down the length of her.

  “What is that? That's not your finger or cock,” she asks, continuing to rock her hips.

  As the wax melts at the tip I tip it, dribbling it across her bare stomach. Her muscles flinch and she releases a gasp. “Marcus,” she cries out.

  I press my lips to her stomach and peel away the quickly cooling wax with my teeth. Flicking it to the fire, I dribble another line of melted wax down to the edge of her pussy. Her hips buck as the fluid drips between her open lips.

  She lets out a guttural groan, grinding my name across her teeth. “Marcus.” Heavy breaths heave from her chest and I stare at the rise and fall of her magnificent breasts.

  Pressing my lips once more to her stomach, I work my way up her body with my mouth and she flinches at every kiss. My quick breath blows out the candle and I toss it to the floor as I lunge at her neck, raking her flesh over my teeth as I suck at her skin.

  The urge to ravage her mouth hits me again and I fight it, slamming my cock against her clit. Her legs wrap around my waist as she arches her hips against me.

  “Take me,” she begs. “I have to have you in me.”

  I uncuff her from the bed and toss the leather straps to the floor. She bucks under me and flips me onto the bed. Her feistiness floods my cock with need. I love how she desperately wants me to control her, but she can't hold back the wild spitfire inside.

  She is petite, yet strong. But I'm stronger. I could easily overthrow her and chain her back to the bed, but I decide to let it play out. Scrambling to my cock, she plunges it into her mouth, taking me so deep I almost cum at the warmth and tightness of her lips and tongue. It rips a gasp from my lips, which only makes her suck harder. The talent her lips and tongue possess are a wonder to me, and I'm hypnotized by the rhythm. Only when she pulls me just to the edge do I realize how far I've let her go.

  Grasping her by the neck, I throw her backward to the end of the bed. “Red,” I hiss.

  “I want to make you cum, Marcus. I want to make you feel pleasure as you do me,” she whispers.

  My heart hammers and dives to my stomach. She wants to please me?

  “This night is for you, Rose,” I say, stroking a sweat-slicked lock of hair from her face. “If you come back to me tomorrow, and you promise never to let anyone else pleasure you, I will let you have your way with me.”

  “What if I just don't leave?” she asks. “What if I pleasure you in the morning? I want to wake in your arms, pleasure you all day, and make you scream my name by nightfall. The days can be yours. The nights can be mine.”

  I stare at her and my mouth pops open, like I've been punched in the gut. She wants to stay with me. I lunge at her, hovering over her mouth and my lips tremble. Everything in me aches tell her yes with a kiss.

  But by morning I'll be a bear. So it can never happen. Not until I kill Hestor. Once I do, my true form will come back, I'll rid myself of the animal trapped inside me, and I can be with Rose. Until then, I can only let myself fuck Red, pouring into her what's left of what I can give. I separate them. Rose is my flower, the one I want to tend and care for. Red is my passion, my flame. The one I lust for and fuck.

  Only when I can be my true self day and night, can I give myself to Rose Red as a whole. Then I will make love to her.

  ****

  I await his answer, breath hitching in my throat. My heart thunders so hard I fear he'll hear it. He stares at me as if he's never seen me before. Like I'm from another world, and it frightens me to my core. Not because of what he'll do, but because of what he'll say. That he'll reject me. That I'm only a body to him.

  I need him on a deeper level. A man who understands my needs and tends to them in the raw, but who wants to love the other half of me as well. The part that wants to crumble at a soft touch. The one that wants to melt into a kiss of true love.

  “No,” he says.

  His words rip open my heart. I collapse backward under him, staring at the confusion coloring his eyes. For only a moment they glass over, then they freeze, hardened to the core.

  “Not yet. Maybe someday. But for reasons that are my own, you must leave by morning.”

  I swallow hard and slam a balled fist against his chest. “Maybe I don't even want to be here right now.”

  The lie stings my lips as it leaves my mouth. I only want to be here, in his arms. But his rejection stabs at me, and I hate him and love him in the same instant.

  Love him. I barely even know him. But I crumble at his touch. He risked his life for me, to save me. He filled me with his pain, turning it into pleasure. He fucks me as if it were his last breath, and then cradles me in his arms like I'm going to slip from them, taking his life with me.

  My own confusion rattles me and I buck under him, wanting to run. He pins me down, arms above my head.

  He holds his cock at the entrance of my pussy, staring into my eyes. “Yes, you do. You want me to finish fucking you. You want to scream my name. You want the pleasure you know I can give you. After which, I'll hold you all night in my arms and keep you safe. Then you'll wake and go back to your sister.”

  “Fuck you,” I spit out, hating that he's right.

  “Since you insist,” he says as he slams his cock so deep in me I slide backward on the bed. His hips launch into powerful thrusts as he continues to pin my wrists with his hands.

  “I hate you, Marcus. I hate you and love you and I never want you to stop fucking me,” I cry out as a tear sneaks down my cheek.

  He stills inside me and closes his eyes. “Rose,” he whispers.

  In a fury, he pulls out of me and flips me onto my stomach. He yanks my ass to him and plunges back into me from behind. He stretches his torso the length of my body, pressing into my back with his chest.

  With furious strokes, he pummels my pussy with his cock, gripping the top of my hair as he buries his face against the back of my neck. He slips his other arm under my breasts and holds me tight to him as he relentlessly slams into me.

  “I'm....trying,” he chokes out between heavy pants. “To....protect....you.”

  Fingers curl into my breast as he shudders against me, his orgasm ripping through him. He growls right into my ear as he cums, and it spirals a wave of ecstasy through me.

  “Now look what you've done,” he says in a series of heavy labored breaths. “You made me cum before you. That will never, ever happen again. You will always cum before I do.”

  Lifting his head from my neck, he rolls us together until I'm in his arms and laying on my side. His cock remains inside me from behind as he grazes a hand down my stomach that flinches at his touch. Slipping two fingers between my lips, he works them over my sex. His other hand refuses to let go of my breast, clutching my body to him.

  “Cum for me, Red,” he whispers against my ear.

  “I will if you kiss me,” I whisper back and jerk my hips away from his fingers.

  Another growl spills from his lips and he slams his hand against my mound, yanking me
back to his softening cock. His strokes are more fierce as he swipes over me. “I've kissed your entire body, Red, what does it matter if I don't kiss your lips?”

  My mouth trembles as I force the words out. “Because that's just it, you've kissed all over my body, except my lips. Why?”

  His long pause freezes his fingers on my clit, along with my heart, and I'm not sure then I even want to know his answer.

  He jerks my head to look into my eyes. “You don't even know who I am.”

  “Then tell me, Marcus!” I demand. “Tell me who you are.”

  Burying his lips against my neck, he sucks on my flesh and resumes stroking my pussy. He roams the length of my body with his free hand, kissing all along my neck and shoulders.

  “Someday,” he hums against my flesh. “Someday I'll tell you everything. But that will be the day you leave me. And I won't make that day today.”

  “I'm not going to leave you, Marcus.” I barely get the words out as moans take over my response.

  His fingers dip into my channel and spread the mix of his seed and my cream along the entire length of my pussy. The sound of his fingers sliding in the wetness sends a tingle through me, and I rock my hips without thinking.

  “That's it, Red, cum for me.” He clutches a breast again and works his thumb over my sensitive nipple. Wet, tender flesh strides along my shoulder as he licks a trail with his tongue. He follows it with soft kisses and increases the momentum of his fingers on my bud.

  “Marcus,” I whisper and grip his hand on my breast.

  “Louder,” he says, holding me tight against his chest as my body starts to shudder.

  “Marcus,” I cry out as the orgasm devours me, with waves of pleasure shooting from my core through every limb, numbing my senses to everything else around me.

  “That's it, my Rose,” he whispers, slowing his strokes as the last of my tremors comes to a stop.

  He rolls me over to face him, running a hand down my back until he cups my ass. With a forceful tug, he lifts my thigh and lets it come to rest on top of his. Running the back of his fingers down my cheek, he stares into my eyes.