‘It’ll be my pleasure, min elskerinde.’
My mistress.
Power and gratitude surged through me, coated with the soul-deep yearning that threatened to break the leash I’d kept on it. I slackened the tight reins on my emotions, coaxed into almost feeling safe in this isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. It was the least I could do considering Jensen had gifted me with his sublime submission. Wasn’t it?
Rationale ceased to matter as his cock probed my entrance. Like the confidence with which he’d gone down on me in the tent last night, he slid in with one firm stroke, powerful, stretching me with enough friction and pressure to make me gasp. Pleasure rolled through me, intensifying as I saw it reflected in his blue eyes.
He muttered something in Danish.
‘I like it when you speak in your mother tongue,’ I said, my voice not quite steady.
He gave a strained smile, his nostrils flaring as he withdrew and thrust hard inside me.
‘Talk dirty Danish to me,’ I commanded.
Bracing himself on his elbows, he brushed his lips against mine. Then the sexy torrent began. Lyrical, alien words spilled from his lips, saturating my skin as he pleasured me with his cock and his tongue.
And, simply because I couldn’t resist, I dragged his head down for a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. Our breathing turned harsh, the sizzling act of our coming together pushing us both to the edge far too soon. The urge to reward him ramped through me. That meant not giving in to climax too quickly. I needed to push him to the edge without making him go over, so I broke the kiss.
‘Slow down,’ I mouthed against his lips. ‘Now.’
He gave a jagged little groan, but his movements slowed, his thrusts turning shallower, and his eyes squeezed shut in his effort to control his arousal. My fingers slid through his hair, caught the tresses at his nape and tugged.
He shuddered, a sheen of sweat breaking out over his sleek muscles. When he next pushed inside me, I tightened my muscles, gripping him as best I could despite the slickness of my sex. Fine tremors began unravelling over him and, heaven help me, but I loved seeing him on the edge, vulnerable and utterly lost in his pleasure.
Greedy need and the soul-deep yearning to unleash my true self prowled through me. Before I could withhold it, I pulled his earlobe between my teeth, bit lightly and relished his deep groan.
‘I’d love to keep you like this for ever. Right here on the edge until you lose your mind for me. Or you beg me to end the unbearable pain. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.’
Slowly, his eyes dragged open, intoxication drenching them as he stared down at me. ‘Whatever pleases you, min elskerinde.’
My heart lurched wildly, the leash slipping another terrifying fraction.
This was too good to be true. He was too good to be true. Every single relationship I’d invested in since childhood had crashed and burned.
Whether initiated with childlike abandonment or after careful introspection and tending, each one had eventually turned sour, mocking my every effort to cultivate and maintain a sustainable connection. I couldn’t need him this much, crave him this deeply.
The reminder threatened to dampen my spirits, caution seeping into my blood, cooling a layer of the frenzy triggering my yearnings. His fine tremor focused me, fine-tuned my pleasure so I could concentrate on him.
He really was perfect. Despite hard arousal etched on his face, he still moved inside me to the steady rhythm I’d instructed. I leaned up again, nipped at the skin beneath his jaw, revelling in the shudder that racked his frame.
‘Beg me to make you come. Beg me to let you fuck me harder,’ I whispered in his ear.
‘Please, min elskerinde,’ he said hoarsely.
‘Please what?’
‘May I fuck you harder? Make you come?’
‘That wasn’t quite what I ordered, was it?’
He shook his head. ‘No, but I’ll come harder for you if you go first.’
‘Satisfying me gives you pleasure.’ It wasn’t a question. More like a shaken realisation that cracked another layer of the foundation I’d striven to safeguard myself with.
‘Yes.’ A simple, gruff admission that floored me. And intensified my hunger for him.
He registered the fresh wetness between my legs and his eyes lit with pleasure.
Jensen Scott might be a submissive, but he was a clever, powerful one who knew exactly which buttons to press. The thought of him doing this with another woman, somewhere in the hazy future away from this warm and toasty cocoon, drove my fingers into his flesh.
He gave another sexy growl, his hips jerking for an uncontrollable second. He righted himself immediately, his strokes measured as he awaited my command. Keeping my grip on his hair, I slid another hand between our bodies, beneath where we were joined, to grip his balls.
‘Christ!’
Despite his harsh breathing, he kept up the steady pace. Impressive.
‘How much longer can you hold out?’ I taunted.
His jaw gritted before he replied, ‘For as long as you need me to.’
I wanted his complete surrender, for the beautiful body poised above mine to drown in utter bliss along with me. The sweat drenching his skin said he was close. I wrapped my legs tighter around his hips, clenched him deep within me. ‘Give it to me, Jensen. Give me everything you’ve got.’
Like a lion uncaged, he scooped a hand beneath me, angled my hips up, and then pounded me deep, hard thrusts that stole the breath from my lungs. Sounds of our decadent fucking filled the quiet cabin, adding another layer of erotic desire that drew me closer to the edge. Within minutes, I was mindless, a scream ripping from my throat as my orgasm hit
