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“Relax.”He lowered over me, ratcheting the intensity as he took tenure over my body.“I have you, Erin.”

“Yes.”

Releasing my grip on his upper arm, I accepted no words had ever been truer.Hedidhave me, and he’d continue to take whatever he wanted, for however long he wanted, and there wasn’t a damn thing I’d do to stop him—not because he was coercing me, but because his authority was what I wanted.

Permitting my arms to fall by my head, I relinquished all control to the man who’d become my savior, and as though he sensed my concession, he, in turn, relaxed his grasp on my legs, allowing them to fall either side of him as he plowed into my ass.

“Oh, God.”

I mouthed the words, aware I was sounding like a broken record yet unable to think of any other adequate way to express what I was feeling.

His head lowered over me, strands of his dark hair brushing over my skin as his thrusts sped up and his climax neared, and when, finally, he roared with satisfaction, I sank my fingers into his tresses and held on for dear life.

“Fuck!”

He stretched the snarled word into several syllables as my sphincter contracted around his cock, and then there was silence—the sound of my shellshock, perhaps, but also of our combined ragged breaths and collective wonder.

How the hell has this happened?

Somehow, in the pits of what had seemed like despair, we’d mustered desire that could not only bring us comfort at a desperate time but that seemed capable of rewriting the rules altogether.

A thousand shards danced through my mind, trying to knit together everything that had taken place and what on Earth would transpire between us next.

“Erin.”Emotions flashed in his eyes as he unhurriedly withdrew from my most intimate place.“I—”

The sound of a jarring ringtone interrupted whatever he was going to say, slicing through my focus and capturing both our attention toward our bags.

“What the?”Easing from between my legs, he turned toward the noise.“That’s my phone!”

“Your phone?”I hugged my legs against me as he leapt from the bed to discover the device.

“There are notifications coming in.”Scanning the screen, his eyes shone with anticipation, and my recently calmed heart rate spiked again.

Notifications meant contact with the outside world for the first time in what seemed like forever.

“How?”I prompted.

With a casual shrug, he offered me another smile.“It looks like we have mobile data back.”

Chapter Nine

Unfolding Chaos

Eli

Just like that, our bubble of bliss was punctured, and the ambience we’d worked so hard to create was lost to the shrill bleating of technology.Erin’s phone started to wail soon after mine, the grating sounds drawing her from the bed.

I watched as she padded away, phone in hand, my gaze fixed on her perfect little ass, still reddened from my hand.The view was far more pleasant than the incoming communications on my device.A flurry of weather updates slammed onto the screen, warning of the feet of snow that had been dumped in the last twelve hours, but all of them were too late.The snow had forced us into our current predicament, but based on my most recent gratification, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

My focus lingered on her firm, pink orbs.I’d fucked that ass, plunging my dick deep inside her tight ring of muscle and taking my fill, and for her part, Erin had ceded beautifully.Inevitably, she’d battled me at the start, but I’d expected no less.We hadn’t discussed the possibility of anal sex before I’d agreed to spank her again, so no doubt the idea was disconcerting.Ultimately, though, she’d struggled because she always had to struggle.Erin appeared to live for the fight.She couldn’t give in to anything without a tug of war first.

Closing my eyes, I realized I was smiling.She might have driven me mad with her constant grappling for power and need to counter me on what felt like every point I made, but at the same time, she drove me wild.She enjoyed the thrill of the contest as much as I did, yet the more time we’d spent together, the more I sensed she’d enjoyed succumbing.Surrendering was obviously new to her—maybe that was why she resisted—but her body had come to life under the tutelage of my discipline, and I could tell how good her pleasure had been.

“There’s still no signal!”The high-pitched sound of her defeated tone drew my gaze open to find her leaning over the bed.“We can’t make any phone calls.”

“We have the internet.”Climbing from the bed, I fastened my zipper as I walked toward her.“We can call for help that way.”

“Not the emergency services.”She sighed.“You still have to make a call to access those here.”

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