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  What does that mean? She frowned. He grinned wolfishly. Her heart raced as his gaze lowered to her breasts. One hand brushed over her stomach so lightly it tickled. His palm slid higher until he cupped one of her breasts with a hot, large hand. Alarm shot through Ellie when he gently squeezed.

  “Soft. For a woman your size, these are larger than I expected.” He lowered his head when he released his hold on her.

  Ellie gasped as his warm breath fanned across her breast a second before Fury’s hot, wet mouth latched on to her nipple. His teeth scraped the sensitive skin as he flicked a raspy-textured tongue over the bud of her breast. Ellie jerked under him and tightly squeezed her eyes closed.

  Pleasure shot from her nipple straight into her belly that quivered. She bit her lip to silence a moan, shocked that she’d react that strongly to him. He sucked harder, the strong tugs from his mouth sending jolts through Ellie’s entire body. He didn’t hurt her but she knew he could have. Liquid heat dampened her thighs and she squeezed them together under his body, proof of how turned on she’d become.

  This is worse, she decided, as her body responded to Fury’s seduction. The arousal he forced her to feel made her stomach clench and with every tug of his mouth, she swore she could feel it on her clit instead. The relentless lips refused to release her breast, the pleasure nearly becoming painful, and her body burned. What he did to her had to be the most incredibly erotic thing she’d ever experienced. She bit her lip but was unable to stop the soft moan that escaped.

  His mouth pulled back, drawing her nipple taut until he let go. Ellie swallowed hard as she stared into a pair of intense brown eyes. A soft growl came from the back of his throat. He tore his gaze from hers to lower his attention down her body once more.

  “See, Ellie?” He spoke in a raspy, sexy voice. “I am in control of your body. You can’t stop me from making you respond this time.” He glanced up to lock gazes with her. “Despite what Jacob had done to me that day, I wanted you, and this is the perfect revenge. You made my cock harden after you touched me and your scent of arousal filled my cell. It hurt me more than your abandonment. Now you have a taste of knowing unfulfilled desire put there by someone you tried to resist.”

  She stared into his eyes as his words sank in. Mortification from her overpowering response to his seduction left her speechless. Ellie’s dignity definitely was injured. She’d been betrayed by a body tingling from the touch of a man who hated her. She hoped he’d feel better, think they were even, and he’d let her go. She relaxed under him. Yeah, this is definitely a perfect way to get revenge, she concurred. She blinked back tears, waited until she was calm enough to speak again.

  “Are we even now?”She hated the way she spoke in a breathless whisper.

  Dark eyes lifted to meet hers. “Even? Not yet. I said the perfect revenge.”

  “But you just―”

  He growled softly. “They hurt me for hours. I could torment you for hours with my mouth and hands. There many ways to make someone ache.”

  Ellie gaped at him. He scooted lower and his hands encircled her thighs to shove them wide apart. His arms slid under her legs and wrapped around them to pin them open with his shoulders pressed against the inside of her thighs.

  Ellie tried to slam her knees together after the initial shock but his body was in the way. He tore his attention from her face to where he had her pussy openly displayed under his chin, seemed to study her, and then his head lowered. Shock, dismay, and surprise gripped her. She could feel his hot breath touching her exposed inner folds and clit.

  “Wait!” Ellie struggled, wiggled her hips, and bucked to get out of his hold when he turned his face to lick the inside of her thigh. She jerked on the bed, tried to twist away, but he refused to let go. He displayed his strength when he pinned her tighter until she couldn’t move at all. His jaw brushed her skin, rubbed her higher on her inner thigh, back and forth, caressing gently.

  “Will you hold your legs open so I can touch you with my hands? I’ll release your wrists from the headboard if you do as I say.”

  “I don’t do this on a first date or even a fifth one. I’m not comfortable with anyone going down on me.” She yanked frantically at the material binding her wrists. She bucked her hips but she couldn’t squirm free from his powerful embrace. “Punish me some other way but not that. I angered you but I didn’t purposely embarrass you, did I? You want us even but I didn’t put my mouth below your waist.”

  “I didn’t think you’d agree. I’ll use my hands to hold you still.”

  “Not like this,” she begged.

  Fury cocked his head. “Like this?”

  “Don’t touch me just to get revenge.”

  “Oh, Ellie,” he rasped. “I want you. Don’t you know that? This is far beyond something as simple as payback. Tell me yes so I can give us both what we need.”

  Ellie saw passion burning in his beautiful brown eyes. He looked incredibly sexy and her body ached with need at seeing his handsome face between her thighs, so close to where she hurt the most, and she relaxed. She nodded, realized she’d probably just lost her mind, but Fury’s expression of relief validated her agreement.

  Ellie gasped when his tongue flickered over the most sensitive spot on her body. His lips sealed over the small bundle of nerves and his tongue applied pressure, teasing up and down over her clit. She froze, tensed, and the sensations of his suckling mouth spread throughout her body.

  He’s really doing it. He― Oh God. That feels so good.

  His tongue had an unusual texture and the response he drew from her with each lick, every suck, almost hurt, but in the best way possible. He kept the pressure on and his tongue moved against her clit without pause, without hesitation. She couldn’t stop making the loud moans that filled the room as she threw her head back, her fingers gripping the material around her wrists, just for something to hang on to.

  He’s going to kill me after all, she thought. It wasn’t going to be from him strangling her or breaking her neck. He planned to lick her to death, make her body hurt in delicious ways, and ache painfully to come. She tried to reason with herself, tried to remember that she hated men going down on her, had never enjoyed it, but a growl from Fury sent vibrations against her swollen bud. She lost her train of thought, only able to feel just him, Fury, and his mouth that made her quiver and burn with need.

  The climax hit her brutally, an explosion of ecstasy that made her cry out loudly as it rippled through her shaking body. Her muscles trembled, shook, and her mind shut down. She lost all ability to think, to form words, just able to experience the white-hot haze of pleasure until his mouth released her.

  Ellie had to catch her breath. Her oversensitive body shivered when his hands released her legs gently and hot skin brushed against her mound, her lower stomach, and then her breasts as he rose up her body until they were face-to-face.

  If he killed her now she wouldn’t even care. She was a breathing marshmallow. Boneless. Hell, she thought, I’ve never felt better in my whole life. She opened her eyes to stare into his beautiful dark ones.

  “I should walk away from the room, leaving you here without a single backward glance. That’s what you did to me.”

  I don’t care anymore if she is lying to me, Fury thought, licking his lips, the honeyed taste of her passion driving his need to completely possess Ellie to an unbearable painful ache. She was so sweet, so responsive, and he no longer wanted to think the worst of her while staring into her beautiful eyes. He wanted to believe, even for the time he had with her, that every word she uttered would be absolute truth.

  Pathetic, he silently berated his line of thinking. He had lost his mind over a small, frail human. He’d sworn to never allow one to get too close to him, but there he lay, on a bed with one—his Ellie.

  He’d not only lost his temper but his tight rein on his animalist urges and his mind. He’d also lost his heart to her. She was human, not to be trusted, yet he still wanted her. When did I become a masochis
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  Chapter Five

  Ellie opened her mouth to speak but there were no words to take away the bitter expression on his handsome face. She’d helped put it there and no excuse could change the past. She stared at him and closed her mouth. Fury’s focus lowered to her chest. The hesitation only slight until he raised his hand to cup her breast again, held it gently, and she arched her back to press tighter against his palm. His gaze returned to hers.

  “I want you. I hate it but I hurt to be inside you, to know what it would feel like to have you wrapped around me, and the pleasure I think I could find with you. I’ve never wanted a woman more. Tell me I can have you or help me remember that I can’t ever forgive what you did to me. Say something, anything, to remind me why I shouldn’t hurt to be with you so much it makes it hard for me to breathe.”

  The look in his eyes as they watched each other nearly stopped Ellie’s heart. She saw so many emotions there—desire, longing, a little fear, and raw passion. Her tongue came out to wet her lips. A soft growl came from Fury but it wasn’t an angry sound, more of a groan. She understood. He wanted her.

  She slowly nodded. She wanted him as much as he did her, had from the first moment she’d ever seen him locked inside a cell. He’d been so proud despite his circumstances, the pure masculine beauty of his fit body had tempted her passion, and his powerful presence had strongly drawn her to him.

  “Say it,” he urged.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  His eyes closed for long seconds before he looked at her again. “Wrap around me.”

  She hesitated for only a second before she shifted her legs and her heels brushed the bare, warm skin on the back of his thighs. He lifted more, positioning himself until he pressed against her pussy with the thick tip of his cock. Her body was already wet with need when he nudged against her entrance to penetrate her. He slid easily through her silky folds but missed the mark.

  Frustration tightened his features. He braced his arm on the bed, suspended his upper body weight on one arm and reached between their stomachs until he gripped the shaft of his cock to hold it steady and lined them up perfectly. He paused there, hovering.

  “You’re much smaller than our women. I’ll try not to harm you.”

  Harm me? She was aware of the size difference between them, had never considered herself tiny, but at that moment she realized she was, compared to him. She opened her mouth to ask him what he meant but he lowered his weight to allow gravity to work in his favor before she could say a word. Ellie’s eyes widened with shock as the blunt, thick crown of his cock pressed hard against her, breeched her channel, and forced her body to stretch to take him. Panic became the next emotion to leap out when he pushed deeper inside her pussy.

  “You’re too big,” she gasped.

  He froze as their gazes met. His eyes narrowed almost to slits and his breathing turned harsh. “You can take me,” he snarled. “I want you too bad. I’ll be gentle.”

  He lowered more over her body, sinking into her deeper. Her muscles stretched to accommodate his thick shaft as he continued to penetrate her, giving her body no choice but to take him. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside her snug channel. He paused to allow her to adjust to his size. Ellie breathed hard but had to admit the sensation of being so full felt incredibly good. He moved, withdrew a few inches, slowly, and then pushed back in.

  A moan tore from her lips. He was big and broad enough to rub against every sensitive nerve ending that flared to life. She had nothing to fear from Fury. Her body enjoyed the tight fit of them together. He tensed and a soft groan passed his parted lips, while their gazes remained on each other.

  “I knew it would be this incredible,” he stated in a raspy voice. “Too good.” Anger tightened his features then for a few heartbeats. “Damn you for affecting me this strongly, Ellie.”

  A snarl tore from his parted lips and then he moved again, withdrew slightly before he again slid deep inside her pussy. She cried out again in pleasure, his amazingly rigid cock creating pure ecstasy that gripped her. She’d never experienced that level of sexual magnificence. He moved again, repeated the slow thrusting but driving into her harder. Ellie cried out in delight of that movement and the way his shaft slid against her swollen clit, his hips angled in a way that kept him from crushing her under his bigger body. Her body became so sexually excited, her pussy so wet, and the pleasure so intense she realized she wouldn’t last long. It stunned her to react to a man so powerfully. She’d never even considered it possible to come from just a man fucking her without a lot of other stimulation but then, Fury wasn’t just any man.

  Fury moved faster, the intense pleasure increasing until Ellie knew she couldn’t take it anymore. Her vaginal walls clamped tightly around his driving shaft, she swore that his cock became even harder inside her, and screamed out, her body seizing as the climax gripped her in hot flashes of delight. Her muscles twitched and milked him as he continued to move inside her.

  He jerked out of her and turned his hips to the side as he eased down her body a good foot. He roared out his own release loudly and his face dropped to her chest. Sharp teeth softly raked her breast while Fury trembled as warm jets of his semen damped her thigh as he came. He had purposely withdrawn from her at the end.

  Ellie admitted being a little disappointed when she could think again after the blissful haze passed. Fury not coming inside her had left her feeling empty and as though he didn’t want to share that kind of intimacy with her. She opened her eyes to peer at the top of his dark head, his face still pressed against her breasts, and his hot, heavy breathing fanning her skin. She wished she could wrap her arms around his shoulders and hold him tightly.

  Fury had pulled out of her before he could risk harming or horrifying her with the changes made to his body inside the testing facility. He doubted she had knowledge of the sexual differences between his kind and hers. It amazed him that he’d kept enough control to remember he couldn’t come inside her since the second he’d entered Ellie’s body he’d known pure heaven for the first time in his life. Jerking out of her body had been difficult, almost impossible. He’d wanted to fill her with his essence and mark her with his scent.

  Touching her, making love to her and tasting her had been far better than he could have imagined. Hell, he could get addicted to her. I may already be, a small part of his mind warned.

  She was human, not truly his, and he needed to remember that. As much as he wished he could keep her tied to his bed, make love to her until he had her too tired to attempt to leave, he knew he couldn’t do it. At some point someone would look for her when they realized she’d gone missing.

  She’d resent being held captive no matter how much pleasure he gave her. He knew all about being locked up and restrained. He may have done it to her to get her into his bed once but to force her to stay there long-term would be unforgivable. She’d grow to hate him. He couldn’t bear the thought.

  Frustration bloomed inside his chest even as he jerked from another contraction of pleasure. He had marked her with his seed on her thigh and damn it, he thought of her as his already. She’d belonged to him from the moment she’d walked into his cell, touched him, then killed Jacob to protect him. He just couldn’t keep her. It infuriated him into a blinding rage now that he believed she hadn’t intended to be cruel by blaming the death on him.

  He fought it and kept his face against her skin to hide his expression. The rage started to ease and then he smelled her blood. His eyes shot open and he licked his lips, tasting it there. In horror he realized what he’d done.

  “Fuck,” he growled viciously.

  That is exactly what he thinks we just did, Ellie thought. But it meant more to me than just sex. His head lifted from her chest, making it easier to catch her breath. His still rigid cock bumped against her pussy and made Ellie aware she’d become very sensitive in that area. It had been a long time since she’d had sex.

  Fury pushed up with his hands to lift off he
r hips and crouched over her, keeping her body pinned between his arms and legs while he hovered there. “Damn it,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Ellie.”

  Hurt me? That confused her. What they had shared had been pretty incredible. Mind blowing, extreme climax, the hardest she’d ever come in her life. She followed the path of his gaze to find his attention fixed on her right breast. She had to lift her head to see better and was startled when she saw a tiny amount of blood smeared over the side of her right breast and running into the valley between them. Her gaze flew to his and saw the regret on his handsome face. She wondered what had caused the bleeding and who it had come from.

  He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He clamped his lips together, a furious expression etched on his features, and then he nearly leapt from the bed to storm into the bathroom. She was momentarily blinded from the bright light when he flipped a switch but watched him disappear inside the other room.

  She carefully closed her legs. Yeah, I’m going to tender for a while, she silently admitted, her sex feeling a little swollen and sensitive to any movement. He’d been larger than average and she’d gone without sex since her divorce, having sworn off men after that nightmare.

  She experienced slight shame over the fact that she’d so easily been turned on by Fury but she’d wanted him since she’d first laid eyes on him inside that cold testing facility. She’d never imagined the possibility of being with him, tied to a bed, in a different place. Not the kind of ending after hot sex I hoped for if we ever got together. What a disaster. The sound of running water came from the other room, pulling her from her thoughts.

  Fury reappeared in seconds and she felt proud that she remained so calm under the strange and stressful circumstances. He refused to glance at her face, instead concentrating on her chest. He held a wet hand towel when he perched on the edge of the bed.

  “Allow me tend to you. I really didn’t mean to inflict pain.”