gara will He stroked his fingers over my inner lips, then circled my c**t. He was rewarding me?
I sucked in a breath at the intense pleasure his light touch elicited. “Then… why do you have to bind me? If you’re so confident in your prowess, then let me up.”
His hand came down on my bottom again, then again.
“Perhaps your impertinence is because you like being s*****d. Hmm, your arousal does slip from your p***y as I do it. Something to consider.”
like “What?” I cried, but stilled. He thought I liked being punished? That I was arguing with him because I wanted him to continue?
liked “I am a stranger to you, but I am your mate. It is difficult. I understand.” His hand stroked over the hot skin he’d struck. It was odd, the dichotomy of his harsh s******g followed by a gentle caress. He
