“Sandrine.” He kissed her neck, his hand circling it again, tilting her head around to kiss her lips and slide his tongue inside her mouth.
He lifted her into his strong arms, never breaking the kiss as he laid her on the bed and covered her with his body.
She broke the kiss, gasping for breath. “I said I want to punish you, and I’m going to. On your back and remove your clothing,” she ordered.
His eyebrows rose, but he followed her order and rolled onto his back, throwing his clothing off with lightning speed.
She had no idea what she was doing. She wasn’t following a script, only instinct.
She climbed on top of him, spreading her thighs wide and settling with her knees on either side of his hips.
She wrapped her hand around his erection. “I’m going to ride you, Dane.”
He loved this side of Sandrine. And he desperately wanted to be ridden. That’s why saying the next words destroyed him. “Think about this, Sandrine. You can’t go back from this.”
“You said you could use a sheath to guard against unintended consequences.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about. Losing your virginity to me is irreversible.”
“I don’t think I’ll be losing anything. This is about winning. I’m making an educated choice. Don’t shut me out, turn me away, or tell me what I want or how you’re going to make me feel at some point in the future. Show me how you’re going to make me feel right now. In this moment. Give me pleasure. Open your heart to me.”
He wanted to open his heart, to forget the consequences. Her words were seductive, and she was even more so. A woman coming into her power, commanding him to pleasure her because she’d chosen him.
“Damn you, Sandrine. Why don’t you just give up on me like everyone else?”
“Because you’re worth it. You’re the freedom I’ve chosen, and you’re worth the risk. You’re not a mistake. You were put on this earth to love me, to do good, to be a good man. And a consummate lover.”
Her conviction, her trust, made him want to believe that it could be true.
“You won’t use me to mask your pain, and I’m not using you to rebel against my strict upbringing. In the garden after the masked ball, it was easier to pretend that it was someone else who was breaking the rules, but it’s me here in this bed, Dane. I choose to be here, not for some sordid secret tryst but for a glorious, dangerous, thrilling ride.”
If she saidrideone more time, he was going to lose all self-control.
“Isn’t your mottoRide fast, ride hard, ride far?”
Christ. That settled it. “I’ll be right back.”
He threw a blanket around his hips and ran for his bedchamber. He fumbled in the nightstand and found the paper package containing one of his sheaths. He was back in a flash, cock still hard and ready.
He fit the sheath over his cock and tied the silk ribbon.
He lifted her and placed her back on top of him. “You set the pace, Sandrine. Find what feels good.”
He fondled her breasts as she fit her cleft over the head of his cock, biting her lip as she bore down.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Go slow, then.” She accepted him into her body another inch. “Good. That’s it.”
Another inch. And another.
She tilted her head forward, her hair tumbling around his face as she braced her arms on eitherside of him and began to move, slowly at first, a gentle rocking that drove him wild.
He was deep inside her. It had stretched and hurt to put him there, but now it was beginning to feel more than good. It was glorious and sweaty and divine.
“I’m going to ruin you, Dane,” she said triumphantly. “Ruin you for any other woman, because no one else will look into your eyes and truly see you.”