Collateral Damage (32 page)

"Then I guess you'll have to prove your trust while I prove I'm worthy of it." He brought his mouth to the hollow behind my ear. "Every night, after the boy's tucked in, I'll find a new way to test your limits. You may play the prim and proper teacher with him, but, alone, we both know what you really are."

"Do we?" I panted, keeping my eyes on his face, ignoring the crashing waves below. I latched onto his neck, not so much because I thought he'd drop me, but what if the chain between the cuffs broke? It was only steel after all! "What's that?"

"Mine." He slipped his lips up my jaw. "All mine."

One hand left my hip and slipped over my pussy. The other pushed at the small of my back until my butt balanced precariously on the inside of the railing. My back curved as I clung to him. Not a comfortable position, but at least if I did fall, it wouldn't be overboard.

His thumb and fingers pressed against me, slowly filling every entrance. His hand slid up my back. "Now, let go."

"I can't!" My hips jerked, rising almost right off the railing as he pushed deeper.

"I'm afraid!"

"Of what?" His forearm braced along my spine, he bowed his head and lay a soft kiss between my breast. The chain was loose around the back of his neck. It wasn't holding me anymore. Only he was. "I've got you, love."

He had me. He always did. Taking a deep breath, I brought my bound hands up.

Arched in midair, with nothing to keep me from plunging into the darkness but his hand.

Which was more than enough.

Leaving me dangling, his arm beneath me stable despite holding up all me weight, he unzipped his pants and then drove right into me. "Wrap your legs around my waist, Nicole. I want to hold you here, just like this, for a little while. I'll carve this image in my mind until I can immortalize it with a blade and a piece of . . . mahogany, I think."

"My scars have faded." I clasped my thighs around him, my insides clenched tight. "If you need a canvas, use my flesh for now."

“You’re offering what’s already mine. I know I can use your flesh.” He circled his hips, stirring his dick. “And your body, any way I choose.” His slow, continuous motions played at the sensitive nerves inside me until I shook with the desperate need for more.

Now!
“Vince, please—please take me!”

“I have you.”

“Harder! Faster! Please—!“

Smack!

I whimpered, and my core convulsed in response to the stinging slap on my thigh. “Master,
please
!”

“Master?” His lips quirked as he shook his head. “You beg nicely, love, but I think it gives you the illusion of control. And you have none.”

Illusion of control.
I panted, his words like sharp, little taps directly on my clit, making me squirm so much I thought I’d tip myself into the ocean. My panting became shallow gasps, and my vision swam.

"Breathe." His fingers dug into my back. "Let me hear you breathe with me."

Only once my breaths came out as slow and steady as his did he move. Long strokes that engaged every part of me, from my breasts that swayed with the motion and my nipples that tightened under the caress of the ocean breeze down to where we were connected.

My lips parted as I stared into the heavens, the colors cascading above matching everything I felt within. Beautiful, and powerful, and eternal. Too much to take in alone without feeling lost. But with Vince I could take it all.

He brought me up as he came inside me, holding me close until we both stopped shaking. Then he spoke softly in my ear. "I have to tell you something."

Please don't. Not now. Don't let anything ruin this for us!
I held my breath, prepared for the worst.

"I lied."

Exhaling, I groaned and smacked his chest. "Jerk! You scared me."

He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose. "So, you finally figured it out?"

Nodding, I slid my hands over his shoulders, delving my fingers into his hair as I rose up on my tiptoes to whisper against his lips. "Yes." The molten gold in his warm, brown eye glowed as I looked into it. "And I love you, too."

~The End~

About the Author

Bianca Sommerland was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. When not reading neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard, she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics.

Her time is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds.

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