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entrance to her vagina. One massive thrust and he had rammed it to the hilt inside her.
    Still tingling from the aftermath of the most wondrous experience of her life, Stephanie gulped air, squeezing her eyes shut as, once again, ripples of pleasure fired her body into instant lust.
    Ivo bent over her and one of his hands slipped round her waist to reach up and palm her aching breast. He began to thrust in an exquisitely slow torment, his cock sliding in and out, his large balls slapping against the tender skin of her cunny.
    â€˜Admit I am your master,’ he ground out.
    â€˜Well, I will admit you are the master of sex,’ Stephanie panted, pushing backwards to meet each of his thrusts and wondering if she should demand he go faster. ‘But if this is your idea of punishment, I’ll never admit you’re my master. This type of punishment I could take all day.’
    He chuckled and plucked at her swinging nipples. ‘This is merely one aspect of the punishment I have in mind for you.’
    â€˜Really? Well, all I can say is give me more.’

Chapter 7
    â€˜What’s going on?’ asked Stephanie looking over at Ivo who’d shoved his plate of protein cubes to one side when a message pinged. She readjusted the teat in Mia’s mouth and smiled down into her intent little face.
    What a night! From under her lashes she peeped at Ivo, noting the relaxed expression on his face and the softened curve of his lips. I did that, I brought this impressive, self-contained man almost to his knees. Me. Feeling more than a little awed as images of the hours before flashed across her mind, her smile changed to a smirk.
    He’d certainly brought me to my knees!
    I wonder… Admiringly, she eyed his bare chest, her pulse quickening at the sight of his broad shoulders, thick chest and the hard ridges of his abdomen as he sprawled in the chair beside her making no attempt to retrieve his personal comms.
    Somehow during the long hours of the night, the dynamics of their tenuous relationship had changed.
    Into what exactly, she wasn’t sure except she knew she felt more than lust for this warrior.
    He’d been both a demanding and a surprisingly tender lover, one who’d been considerate of her own needs as well as his own. During their almost frantic love-making he’d pressed kisses as soft as butterfly wings onto the side of her face. Then there was the way he’d wrapped his arms around her all night long.
    She’d forgotten how wonderful it felt to wake up enveloped in a sensation of safety and warmth. And she’d certainly been anchored against him with his arm holding her in place. She smiled a little as she recalled how when she’d shifted or rolled over, he’d immediately moved, shuffling closer as if determined even in sleep to keep that contact.
    Could his actions mean he cared?
    Hope surged inside and did battle with the memory of how heartbroken she’d been when her husband had died.
    And how she’d never wanted to feel that way again.
    Another ping and he rose to his feet.
    Her voice husky, she said, ‘Stay for another hour or so.’ Let me pretend a little longer we’re the family death denied me.
    She shivered, her cheeks heating, as his dark gaze lingered where her sleeping tunic had slipped off one shoulder.
    He reached out one long arm. His hand curled around her neck, nudging her chin higher as he bent over her. A long shuddering sigh issued from her throat when his mouth claimed hers in a kiss that ignited her body into a quivering mass of hungry need. I can’t believe how much I want him.
    Again.
    Beneath his touch, she trembled, biting down hard on the words frothing near her lips. Don’t beg .
    When he drew away, she drew comfort from his harsh, rapid breathing and the sharp, edgy cast of his features. At least I’m not the only one feeling this raging lust.
    He gently tucked strands of her hair behind her ear. Maybe