When he purred approvingly. It vibrated into me and made my body quake and then explode in white-hot heat. My nails snagged the wood of headboard and made a grating sound as my entire body clenched then released, fading in intensity after the first one, then the second. Weakening as he probed me with his tongue. Until I melted over him.

Dropping my weight fully onto him, I fell backward to brace myself on unsteady arms and flat palms which rested back against his abdomen.

He paused and peered up at me, his brows lifting as if daring me to challenge him now.

I huffed weak breaths and collapsed backward.

"Na-uh, Gorgeous. I'm not nearly done with you." He caught my arm and lifted me back up and then pulled me forward over him.

I was sitting on his chest, my arms next to his head and staring down at him. My hair falling around us in a dark curtain as I clung to wakefulness. Thinking I would be falling asleep from the exhaustion in mere moments.

But Bodin had warned me...

***

He wasn't nearly done. Despite my weariness, he caught my waist and forced me down his body, letting me slide over his smooth skin until I met the hardened tip of his staff. He didn't pause as he guided me straight down his length and onto the base of him.

I sat bolt upright in shock. Blue eyes astonished at how suddenly he was simply buried in me down to his sack.

"Good." He gave me a lopsided grin. "Stay up. I want to watch you."

I opened my mouth to object but found I didn't want to. I was curious what it'd feel like this way. He already felt so hard inside me. And swinging my hips in a slight circle revealed that it was almost like pivoting on a spike. He was inside, around, beneath me. His eyes all over me. Looking at me possessively and I felt I was his in that moment.

And he's mine. This is mine... I lifted a mere inch and slowly lowered.

"Woman!" He growled. "I gave you great pleasure, relent your torture and give me you!"

Him saying that made me tighten deep inside and I braced myself against his washboard abdomen. Lifting and swinging my hips back then forward on him. Stroking him, the way he'd stroked in and out of me.

Both in reality and in my dream.

***

I'm making love to him. Realizing that it was the term for this act made it seem even more intimate.

He was caressing my thighs lovingly. Encouraging me. And with each delightful sway over his body and down on him, his body grew tighter under my palms and ass cheeks. He lifted his knees slightly to cradle me over him. Shortening my strokes to be faster.

"Ahh. Wo-man!" He cried in a guttural voice then he caught my hips violently and yanked me forward and back roughly as though he could no longer contain himself.

It felt good.

And watching him lose his precious control felt even better.

I watched him shatter and break. Because of how he feels inside me.

He suddenly went very still and gave a roar, gritting his teeth as his body seized and he held me down on him. I felt the rush of warmth deep in my core and knew he'd attained the peak of his pleasure.

I felt immensely powerful and very much possessive. He's mine.

***

Randy Demetrius was attaining the same pleasure. But certainly not with anything he cared about. He held Ginny's head forcefully down on his length as he spurted his hot cum into her pretty mouth.

She made a gurgling sound and fought against his grip. Trying to get her mouth off him.

"Swallow it." He growled. Fisting her hair hard as he glared down at her. Her mouth wrapped around him and her eyes tearing. From choking or from whining, he wasn't sure.

And didn't care.

"Or I'll make you pay, wench. Remember, you're a servant. Here for my pleasure. I can have you bound to my bed on your face to have your sweet ass when I wish. So, I suggest" He touched the bottom of her chin to watch her face as she swallowed forcefully down her sore throat. "You do exactly as I say."

"Why are you so determined to have her." Ginny asked tearfully as she swiped a disgusted arm over her mouth.

Making his eyes narrow on her in annoyance at the display of her discontent.

"Because she defied me one too many times. Because I want to spend a lifetime making her pay." He sat up on the settee, lacing his breeches and swinging his feet to the floor to have another drink of his tea. "I'm going to hurt her."

"What'd she do to you."

"Failed to do what I said." He snapped. "And because I want to hurt the one who loves her."

"Lord Charters?" Her voice dropped in confusion. "Why?"

"Because he tormented me during childhood."

"You were much older than them."

"It doesn't change this fact." Randy snapped. Dragging a fingertip over a pen-line scar from his hair down the side of his face by his ear and down to his jaw. Then pointing to another part of his eyebrow where the bone jutted slightly in a minor deformation.

"He fought you."

Randy's lip curled in contempt. "He regularly attacked me over the chit."

"Why?"

"Who knows. Who cares? But I want to crush him. And destroy her. And possessing her solidifies my position as Lord Demetrius."

"Because she's the rightful heir, if anyone finds out what you did?" She whispered.

"Shut your whore mouth!" He roared. Leaping to his feet and lifting his hand to backhand her.

But she retreated a step. Shrinking like a whooped hound.

"You remember your place! And you best keep that mouth shut before I shut it permanently."