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to believe.
    So much more.
    He was pulling her hair again. Electricity pinged through her body and she started
     to shiver.
    “ Yes ,” she cried. “Harder.”
    He let go of her hair and slid both hands between her body and the mattress, squeezing
     her heavy breasts. “ I’m in charge, Natasha. Say it.”
    “You’re in charge,” she whimpered, loving his firm grip.
    His chest pressed against her back. Her cuffs dug into his muscled stomach, but the
     sensation only seemed to make him more aggressive. “Your body belongs to me.”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    “Yes, Stephen,” she gasped. She could hardly move in his grasp, but she rocked back
     in a silent plea for more of him. She was close. “Please, don’t stop.”
    His teeth scraped her neck and she tilted her head, silently begging for more.
    “You wanted to discover my limit?” he snarled dangerously as he thrust deep inside
     her. “No one else, Natasha. Get naked. Play your games. But no one else can have you.
     Not while we’re there. This is mine.”
    Yes, Stephen. “Yours,” she promised. “My pussy. My ass. Whatever you want.”
    Her words made him snarl again. He pounded inside her so hard her teeth rattled and
     the bed creaked. So hard and deep that she had to struggle for enough breath to shout
     his name.
    They’d always been combustible together, but this was… Neither one of them seemed
     capable of holding back. She’d had no idea it could get better. Not with him.
    “It can’t be mine until I claim it,” he muttered almost incoherently against her skin.
     “I need all of you.”
    He released her, pulling out abruptly and Tasha moaned in dismay. “No, please, Stephen.
     Don’t stop.”
    “Unless you use that safe word, I believe you said something about whatever I wanted.”
     His voice was gritty with lust. “This is what I want.”
    To stop? To leave her hanging on the edge of climax? He slid a pillow under her hips
     and then she felt cool liquid dripping between the cheeks of her ass. Oh God. Oh God,
     Stephen was going to…
    “ Yes. ” The sound she made was loud and full of desperation. “Yes, Stephen. Please , sir.”
    His laugh was rough as he rubbed the thick lubricant into her skin. “Jesus, if I knew
     a pair of handcuffs and lube could make you this compliant, I would have used them
     years ago.”
    She was drowning in need, pressed against the bed bound and helpless while Stephen
     prepared her. His finger pushed through the tight ring of muscles and she gasped at
     the pressure before remembering to breathe.
    “So tight,” he murmured. “But you’ve done this before?”
    Tasha nodded, too aroused to do anything else. Stephen stretched her until he could
     slip in a second finger to join the first, and she shouted in shock and pleasure at
     the painful pinch. “Yes, I’ve—”
    “No details,” he growled harshly. “I just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hurt you.”
    His fingers thrust slowly inside her, making her pant and shake.
    “You won’t,” she whimpered. “You won’t hurt me.”
    “Oh, I might,” Stephen replied, something dark in his voice that made her shudder
     beneath him. “If I did what I wanted to I might hurt you.”
    “What do you want?”
    “To fuck you through this mattress and make you forget anyone who came before me.
     To mark you. I don’t like feeling like this, but you want it, don’t you, Natasha?
     You told me you could take more than I thought. That you want me to give you more.”
    Stephen didn’t say things like this. Not when she was awake. “I can take it, Stephen.
     I need it.”
    His pleased growl sent sparks of electricity through her body. When she felt the head
     of his cock push inside her, she cried out his name. “Stephen!”
    “Angel,” he groaned, his hips pressing forward, his hands clenched in a bruising grip.
     “Natasha, angel, that’s… Fuck, you’re so tight.”
    She couldn’t catch her breath. Her vision was blurred with tears