My hands were on her breasts, cupping and stroking them, tugging gently on the chain that hung between them, my mark on her, my claim. The gold sparkled in the light and made her look like some kind of mythical goddess, a creature no mere mortal could claim. I looked into her eyes, saw no remnants of her brush with death, nothing but humor and a hint of arousal.
When the events of the day were washed down the drain, my hands changed from clinical cleaning to soothing, heating touch. I wanted to erase the evil from her body and from her mind.
I felt Natalie’s laugh beneath my hands more than heard it. “I think I’m clean there.”
“Yes, I think you are,” I murmured, my hands sliding lower. “And here? Is your pussy clean as well?”
Had she pulled away, I would have been content to hold her, but she grabbed my wrist and directed my hand to her wet core. “I don’t know, mate. I think it might be dirty. You’d better check.”
All too eager, I backed her up against the wall of the shower and lowered my lips to her cheek as I slid one finger into her wet pussy. The heat of her body wrapped around my finger like a hot glove and I couldn’t help but remember what that felt like around my cock. “It’s dripping wet. I guess you are a dirty girl.”
“You like it when I’m dirty,” she countered.
I did, and the way my cock pulsed and swelled, it liked it, too.
“I know what you like, what you need, what makes you scream.”
Her pupils dilated and I knew she was turned on by my words. I didn’t need the little gush of arousal onto my fingers to tell me that.
“Tonight, you’ll give me everything, gara. Your body, your mind. Your submission. Perhaps another baby. Yes?”
She licked her lips, nodded.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.”
“That isn’t enough,” I countered.
She looked confused for a moment, then remembered. It hadn’t even been two weeks for me since she said it last, but for her, it had been much longer.
“Master.”
Fark. I groaned and claimed her mouth, fucking her with my finger, slipping a second inside her just so I could hear the little catch in her breath. That one word on her lips made me insane. Powerful. Dominant. I needed to be in control of her, to know she was with me, under me. Safe. Mine. And yet she had all the power, the ability to take me to my knees.
And so I broke the kiss and went willingly, lowered myself until I knelt before her on the stone tile, slid my hands down her body to her thighs and nudged them apart.
I could see her perfect pussy, and my mouth watered to taste it, to burn her essence on my tongue. In my mind.
Putting my mouth on her, I licked her from dripping entrance to swollen clit. Once. Twice. Her body wilted and she leaned back against the shower wall. With my hands on her hips, I held her up as I took her with my mouth. I wasn’t gentle.
If I was going to be on my knees before her, I would be ruthless, show her that she was still mine, that her body responded to me. She was sweet and tangy on my tongue, the scent of her so feminine and perfect. My cock pulsed and wept with the need to be deep inside her.
“Come for me, Natalie, and then we’ll play.”
I didn’t give her a chance to think as I slid a third finger into her pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth, flicked the sensitive nub with my tongue over and over as my fingers filled her. Fucked her.
I’d nearly lost her today and that knowledge burned through me as I pressed a little harder, readied her tight pussy for my cock. She was so perfect, so beautiful and ripe. She consumed me and I pushed aside everything but this moment, her body and her surrender.
I could not be gentle. Why should I? My touch, my words were demands. She would submit. She would give me everything. I needed everything.
“Come now.” I pulled the orgasm from her. She cried out, the sound of it echoing in the shower, her hands tangling in my hair, fierce and tight, as her pussy clenched and spasmed around my fingers.
The medallion, the key to the vault hung low, just above her abdomen where my son had grown and her body curved with a softness I ached to touch, ached to fill with a baby once again. But I could no longer look at the medallion as a gift to her. It had become a curse, had placed her in danger.
Standing, I lifted the medallion gently, holding it in the palm of my hand. “I will remove this, mate.”
Her hand wrapped around my wrist and she stilled. Her chest rose and fell rapidly from her release, but the pleasure faded from her blue eyes. “What?”
Shaking my head, I lowered my forehead until it touched hers. “I will remove it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, gara.”
I kissed her softly, gently, regret in every cell of my body. I’d placed her in danger for my own selfish whim, my desire to follow tradition, to mark her, to make sure every fucking idiot male on this planet knew she was mine.