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advanced. He gritted his teeth against the
blissful pressure, suppressing his need to ram home and ride her
hard.
    “Say my name.” His voice was so gruff he
barely recognized the sound.
    “Theos.”
    She reached for his face but he warned her
back with an agitated shake of his head. “Arms above your head! Do
not touch me.” He could barely remember the last time he’d allowed
himself fleshly pleasures. It was taking all his control just to
enter her slowly. Maintaining his gradual entry, he didn’t stop
until his entire length was buried inside her tight passage. Then
he blew out a shaky breath and widened his stance. “Hold your legs.
I need my hands.”
    Her lips parted, as if she would argue, then
she grasped the back of her knees. He slipped his arms out from
under her legs, his gaze locked with hers. Females expected him to
be as savage and demanding in the bedroom as he was in the arena.
Part of him craved control. He was never completely satisfied
unless his partner surrendered, but he took great pleasure in
contradicting their expectations.
    He straightened, pulling her closer to keep
their bodies joined. Grasping her hips, he adjusted her pelvis to a
more natural angle before caressing his way up to her breasts.
    “Theos,” she whispered. “You’re driving me
crazy. Move already!”
    He caught her nipple between his thumb and
forefinger, and pinched. She twisted away from the sudden sting,
but he had already loosened his grip. “You do not command me. I
will move when I am ready to move.” His fingers tightened just a
bit. “Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good.” While he worked her nipples with one
hand, he slipped the other between their bodies and covered her
clit with his thumb. “Look at me. Share with me your pleasure. I
want to watch you find release.”
    “I don’t think I can come like that,” she
murmured, but her hot little core squeezed him tighter with each
pass of his thumb.
    He stared into her eyes, amazed by the beauty
of her pleasure. The bright green darkened, turning smoky and deep.
Her body was responsive and ripe, but her face cast a thrall so
powerful he could not look away.
    She cried out, her back bowing as her pussy
clenched him with rhythmic spasms. Unable to ignore his own need
any longer, he drew back and drove deep, propelling her to an even
higher peak. He slipped his hands beneath her ass and raised her
into each downward stroke.
    Her taste lingered in his mouth, stirring
instincts he did not understand. His hips rocked with long, steady
strokes while his fingers dug into her resilient flesh. He needed
more of her, all of her. He wanted to fuck her so hard and so well
she would never think of another man.
    His balls burned with the need to spew, but
he fought back the urge, not yet ready to end their encounter.
Instead, he thrust deep and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Grab me tight.”
    She wrapped her arms and legs around him and
he crawled onto the bed, repositioning her near the middle of the
large mattress. Her legs loosened, drawing up against his sides. He
slipped one arm beneath her neck and braced himself with the other
as he resumed his slow, deep thrusts.
    Without prompting, she raised her arms over
her head and grasped her wrists. Her lips parted as his head
descended, and Theos groaned. Her willing submission thrilled him,
feeding the possessive fire raging within him.
    He thrust harder, slamming his full length
into her with each desperate stroke. She cried out and shuddered
violently, her inner muscles beckoning him to join her in
release.
    His mouth settled over hers, tongue echoing
the motion of his cock. Her nipples grazed his chest and her thighs
squeezed his sides. She felt soft and fragile beneath him, but he
couldn’t temper the ferocity of his desire. She hugged him with her
legs, her mouth and her pussy, her response as demanding as his
desire.
    It felt so perfect, so— She was his master’s
sister! It did not matter how