Free In Deep by Chloe Harris

kisses up and down her pulse.
    Tears of pain and frustration stained her cheeks while her body quivered in response. “I hate you!”
    “No, you don’t.” He breathed against her skin and it immediately tightened with ripples of gooseflesh.
    “Yes, I
do
!” She twisted her body. How dared he think she didn’t know her own thoughts? He knew nothing of her. Jerking with all her might, she freed one hand and smacked it across his cheek with as much force as she could muster.
    His only reaction was a triumphant chuckle as he licked a drop of blood from the inside of his lip. “No, you don’t. You want me as much as I want you.”
    Suddenly he freed her arms and cupped her backside, his fingertips digging in as he lifted her up. Her back hit the door again, forcing all air from her lungs. Jaidyn wrapped her arms around him to find her balance, tearing his shirt in the process. When he thrust his engorged member, still confined in his breeches, against her moist core, her nails raked hard into his shoulders. Satisfied, she watched the welts rising and a small amount of blood filling those little wounds.
    Jaidyn looked up into his eyes–
    And time stopped. The world seemed to fall away and they were frozen in a sea of longing. His eyelids lowered to her mouth. She bit her lower lip hard when her gaze settled on his lips also.
    Before she could even blink, his mouth took hers. His lips were almost brutal, crushing hers as his tongue forced its way in, demanding surrender.
    It wasn’t as much of a kiss as it was a conquering. Jaidyn fought back with equal force, pouring all her hurt, anger, and lust into the kiss. She bit his lower lip and thrust her own tongue into a duel with his.
    The strength of his longing rolled off him in crushing waves. He stroked his tongue even deeper. Heart thundering in her ears, her body was ablaze with passion, seeking to be filled. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hips grinding against the hardness hidden beneath the fly of his breeches.
    It was just a kiss, Jaidyn told herself. She at least deserved to finally be kissed.
    But it was … too much. Jaidyn capitulated, giving in to his demanding kiss with a moan of surrender, and let him take her as he willed.
    His kiss changed, slowed and calmed. He gently took her bottom lip between his in a soft sucking. She responded to the new gentleness, turning her head to the side in an invitation to continue. Connor’s mouth molded to hers lightly, letting his tongue ease inside in a languid exploration. Jaidyn shivered at the hum he couldn’t suppress as she tasted him back. Their tongues danced, eager for each new delicious sensation.
    When he broke their kiss, she whimpered.
    He let her go. Her feet slid to the floor on legs barely able to stand while his hands fell to his sides. Panting, Jaidyn fought hard to breathe, awash in conflicting emotions.
    “Now.” His voice wasn’t more than a hoarse croak. “Do as I say.”
    “No!” She crossed her arms in front of her. This had to stop here. She couldn’t afford to give in to him again. “I’m not that weak.”
    “Weak?” Connor turned on his heel, astonishment written all over his face. “No, of course you’re not weak. You’re strong.”
    He came closer, cupping her chin between thumb and forefinger, lifting her gaze up to meet his. “We both know that we fit each other. In bed. A perfect match. I felt it the first time you shuddered in my embrace and even more distinctly when I buried my cock in your cunt. It was like a zing shooting up and down my spine.” His voice was low and even. Monotonous, but sweet in a way. Jaidyn felt herself drawn into it. “I knew you felt it too. But you didn’t know what to make of it. You still don’t know what it means, do you?”
    At home she’d heard the unbelievable story of men in the Orient, so-called snake charmers. As described by the distant friend of her late parents, those snake charmers played the flute so skillfully that they