but she filled in the intent. Meg started to pull off her robe, but his
 
 hand came out and stopped her. His face was filled with a savage
 
 possessiveness. Meg felt the fine edge of madness was still present,
 
 still trying to take over.
 
 “No,” he bit out, the word grinding between his teeth. “That is
 
 mine. It is not for their eyes. On your knees, bondmate. They need a
 
 show before I can claim you, but they will not see you.”
 
 He pushed her down by her shoulders. Her knees hit the sand,
 
 sinking in slightly. Meg felt like the entire episode was a hazy, utterly
 
 erotic dream. She knew exactly what he wanted. She could see a
 
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 picture of it in her mind and knew that Beck was putting it there. She
 
 could have told him that she wasn’t very good at that. Her ex-husband
 
 had told her that she wasn’t good at anything when it came to pleasing
 
 a man, but Meg suspected it might be different with Beck. If she
 
 listened very carefully, he could show her what he wanted.
 
 With shaky hands, Beck untied the fastenings on his pants and
 
 roughly pushed them down to his knees. His cock sprang forward,
 
 erect and enormous. It was thick and long, red at the base but
 
 gradually giving way to a gorgeous plum color at the head. It pulsed
 
 in his hand as he stroked himself. Meg could see a bead of milky
 
 white moisture glistening on the tip. She wanted to taste that cum.
 
 He moved forward and pressed the head of his dick against her
 
 lips. “Take me.”
 
 Tentatively, Meg reached out and brushed the tip of her tongue
 
 across him, gathering the pre-cum on the head. He tasted salty and
 
 masculine. As she watched, another drop wept out of the slit, and she
 
 swiped her tongue across it again. His cock jumped, and pleasure
 
 curled in her womb. She was already getting soft and moist just