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“Please.”
Her frantic tone suggested she was closer to that limit than even he’d recognized.A husky cry left her mouth only seconds before her body strained, her cuffs rising from the bed as she attempted to reconcile the overwhelming sensations.
“I said come!”
His voice was deeper that time, and her body tensed when she peaked.An intoxicating fusion flickered in her perfect eyes, her outrage and anguish at her arousal colliding with her seismic satisfaction at his dominance.He moaned as she spasmed around him, relishing the feel of her compliance as she finally found release.
In that moment of surrender, she was his.
He sensed it in her body and recognized it in her expression.
Whatever she said or did after that didn’t matter.In that one perfect unison, she’d been struck by something she couldn’t forget.
“Hannah!”
As though her own orgasm had spurred him, he growled her name as he pumped the first shoots of his cum inside her.
There were no thoughts about the consequences—with Lawes, there rarely were—but in the hot intensity of their connection, the idea of contraception had never been further from his mind.
There was only Hannah, with her long, supple limbs and frantic mewls.Hannah, with her sublime heat and ability to topple his determination, and him, the captor caught her in stunning contradiction.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Aftershock
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“STAY THERE.”
Rising from the bed, he pointed in Hannah’s direction, but the smile painting his face contradicted the curt command.He wanted to be in charge.Healwayswanted to be in charge, but he enjoyed the passion they created every inch as much as she had.
“I’m not going anywhere, Mr.Lawes.”She stretched out on the covers as far as the cuffs allowed, her head fuzzy with pleasure.
Watching his firm ass as he strode around the room, she was amazed at his ability to constantly keep her guessing.One moment, he’d been so intimidating, ordering her to the floor and leading her around with a collar and leash, and the next, he’d offered her sensual instruction on how to best brush her teeth.
Musing on his spontaneous lesson, her fingers shifted to the leather at her neck.The collar was a symbol of his supposed ownership of her, but gazing at his impressive body, she accepted that probably wasn’t the only reason he’d insisted she wear one.Hannah enjoyed the dehumanizing treatment almost as much as Lawes relished inflicting it.The humiliating crawl from the bed to the bathroom was one of the reasons she’d been so ready for his cock.He knew precisely how to turn her on.
