The word master was right there, on the tip of my tongue, but I would not give it to him. Not when he wanted to remove his chain, his mark, from my body. It was like giving a girl an engagement ring—no, a wedding ring—and then asking for the ring back. “No.”
“So beautiful, mate. So stubborn.” He whispered the words in my ear and I shuddered as he pressed forward inch by agonizing inch, his body covering mine, his cock stretching me open, filling me up. With the stimspheres still inside my body, I was full, so fucking full.
I dropped my head as he filled me, needing it. Needing him more than I wanted to admit. I was in love with the idiot, and he wanted to remove his mark from my body.
He pushed deep, until his balls hit my thighs and the tip of his cock pressed against my womb.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, mate. I want to see you round with another child, a girl this time, with your blue eyes and fiery spirit.”
Biting my lip at the picture he painted, I closed my eyes and fought back the tears. “I’m keeping the chain, Roark.”
He stilled above me. “Why would you do that, Natalie? It’s done nothing but cause you pain. My mark, the medallion, they’ve done nothing but place you in danger.”
I processed his words and all the defiance drained from my muscles. “That’s why you want to remove it?”
“Yes, gara. What did you think—” His voice trailed off and he moved his hips, pulled out and filled me with his cock, making us both groan. “Foolish female. You are mine. I will never let you go.” He kissed the back of my shoulder. “I love you, Natalie. Forever.”
The words made me wild. I’d waited a lifetime to hear them. Turning my head, I found his mouth, kissed him with every ounce of love and fear and desire and trust I could give him. “I love you. I’m not taking off your chain…Master.”
Buried in my body, we were one, connected as he kissed me. I felt his love in the kiss. I allowed myself to feel it, to take a chance, to risk my heart one more time. When the kiss ended I looked up at him over my shoulder. “Don’t break my heart again.”
“You are my heart, Natalie Montgomery. You will never doubt my love again.”
With a wicked grin he released the chain and lifted his body to stand behind me. The change in position gave him just a bit more length to push inside me and I whimpered as he pressed forward, driving deep. “Now, gara, who am I?”
“Master.”
“What do you want from your master?”
“I want to come.”
“Beg.” He pulled out and thrust deep.
“Please.”
The word became a chant as he fucked me. Hard and fast, the stimspheres shocked my system every time he pushed forward, driving into my wet core, making me frantic. The world faded to the thrust of his hips, the sound of wet fucking, the jolt of sensation from the stimspheres in my ass, the loud, wet sound of my pussy grabbing and milking his cock like a greedy fist.
He rode me hard, my body tied down. I could do nothing but accept every thrust, every stroke, every ounce of his power and need as he fucked me, filled me, made me beg.
My orgasm rose like a powerful wave boiling up from somewhere deep inside me I’d never allowed to break free. I shattered, breaking into a million pieces of pleasure as my pussy clenched and pulsed, my body arched and every nerve I had fired both pleasure and pain through my system.
Roark came, filling me with his seed, the jerking of his cock setting me off again.
When it was over, I collapsed, not even trying to assist him as he released me from the restraints and carried me to his bed. He settled me beside him, tucking us both under the warm cover.
“Gara, never talk about leaving me again.”
Nestled safely in his arms, I didn’t have the strength left for fear. “The chain stays, Roark. You’re mine.”
He chuckled softly as he rolled me onto my back and settled his body between the cradle of my hips. He was hard and ready, and when he shifted his body, entering me in one slow, steady push, I opened my legs wider, welcoming him. “All right, gara. If you insist. You are mine. Removing the adornment will not change that, nor will it lessen the risk from those who want to hurt me.”
“I insist.” I lifted my arms, wrapping them around his head to pull him down for a proper kiss.
He kissed me, long and unhurried as his cock fucked me with a slow, languorous rhythm that made my heart throb almost as much as my aching pussy did. “You are my heart, mate. If they hurt you, they hurt me.”
“Then don’t let them hurt me.”
He growled, thrusting deep. “Never again.”