“Because I thought that’s what you wanted.”
His circling finger slowed on her clit.
“Why would you think that?” he asked tautly.
She ground her hips against his hand. She couldn’t stop herself. “That’s what you told Astrid that night. You said you didn’t like her hysterics,” she said, too aroused to be anything but completely honest at that moment.
“Emma,” he said, his tone almost angry even though she didn’t really think he was. He began rubbing her clit again. She moaned in agonized pleasure. “I wish I could erase that memory from your brain. It has nothing to do with you and me. Do you understand me?”
She blinked her eyes open at his hard tone.
“Yes,” she managed, biting her lip because his circling fingertip was keeping her skating right on the edge.
“Tell me what you want me to do now, Emma,” he rasped, and she heard his rabid arousal as easily as she heard his voice. She clenched her eyes tight. What she wanted to do was come.
But she also wanted to please him.
“I want two more,” she said, her entire body trembling with the effort it took for her not to come against his hand.
His rubbing finger stilled, and then fell away. She bit her lip to stop from moaning in agony. The bench under her still provided a source of pressure, however, and she found herself squirming against it.
“You’re so incredible,” he said thickly, and Emma could tell from the sound of his voice he’d stood. “And after I give you your punishment and sink my cock inside you, what are you going to do for me?”
“Scream?” she replied shakily.
“That’s right,” he said darkly. “Don’t ever think I won’t want to hear you scream in pleasure for me.” He placed the end of the paddle on her ass and circled it slightly, getting her attention. “Raise your bottom off the bench for the last two,” he said. “It will help you to keep still. And I do want you to stay completely still.”
She pushed off slightly with her hands and knees, raising her ass several inches off the end of the bench.
“That’s right. Such a good girl,” he murmured. The paddle fell, biting at her ass. She choked off a cry. He gave a rough moan. The urge to look at him overwhelmed her. She turned her head and opened her eyes. He held the paddle in his right hand and fisted his enormous erection in the other. His fiery stare met hers. He was the very image of primal sex in that moment, a leashed storm straining to break. Her lips parted in awed arousal.
Her gaze lowered to his cock and pumping fist. His pants and underwear were bunched below his jutting erection and balls. He was furiously erect; the fat, tapered crown of his cock was flushed dark pink . . . so delicious looking. “I’m not that good, Vanni,” she whispered heatedly, the tip of her tongue brushing the inside of her lower lip. He groaned and pumped his cock harder.
“Yes you are,” he grated out. “And because of it, you’ll get another stroke.”
She watched him as he cracked off the last two. The image of him was so powerful, she barely noticed the sting of her ass. He held her stare as he leaned the paddle against the bench near her hand.
“You can lower your ass to the bench again.” The last glimpse she had of him, he was walking behind her, cupping his erection from below. A thrill of anticipation went through her when she sensed him lower behind her and he put his hands on her burning ass. “Brace yourself,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
She bit her lip, waiting . . . burning. He didn’t make her wait long. The hard crown of his cock parted her channel. He tightened his hold on her bottom and thrust. She dropped her forehead to the bench and screamed. It was a good thing she was so wet, because he clearly wasn’t in the mood to wait. His growl was rough and feral as he immediately began to fuck her. The evidence of his rabid need only fueled her arousal. She hugged the bench, keeping herself steady for his onslaught, pushing back even, wanting more of him . . . craving all of him. His pounding cock was merciless. She felt herself cresting.
“Scream for me,” he rasped behind her. “Scream again for me, Emma.”
She wasn’t sure if she screamed or not. All thought left her as she finally succumbed to the burn, igniting gloriously. She came back to herself at the sensation of an almost uncomfortable pressure. She glanced around and whimpered. He’d come up on to his feet and had lifted her hips, serving her pussy to his cock in a relentless frenzy of need. He was so beautiful, it felt like something was going to burst inside her. She put her cheek back on the bench, helpless in the clutches of the storm. Her fingers brushed across the paddle he’d leaned there and she gripped it tight, the smooth wood grounding her for some reason. He cursed. She grimaced at the sensation of him swelling huge inside her. His low growl amplified to a roar.
He began to pour himself into her. She stared blindly, her mouth hanging open at the amazing sensation . . . the sacred one. He kept coming for what felt like an unprecedented period of time, sinking his cock again and again into her depths while he gasped and grunted.
His fucking motions eventually slowed, until he just held her fast against him, and the only sounds in the room were their erratic panting and in the distance, the sound of the sea breaking against the shore far below.
* * *
He lifted her and carried her over to the mussed bed. While she snuggled into the softness, he stripped off the rest of his clothes. When he lay on his back a moment later with Emma’s head on his chest and the cool breeze drifting across his heated skin, he experienced a rare, profound sense of peace. He trailed his hand up Emma’s supple back and along her arm, relishing in her shape and the silkiness of her skin.
Her presence.
“Thank you for coming,” he said.
She lifted her head off his chest and looked at him. Her hair was a mess of gilded waves. Her cheeks and lips were still stained pink. She was adorable. Sexy as hell. He didn’t used to think those two things could go hand in hand so perfectly until he’d met Emma.