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“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, giving them both what they hankered for as he forced her deeper along his shaft.

“You.” Her head snapped up, and all at once, they were eye to eye once more. “Master. I want you.”

Had she ever been so bold before?

With her honeyed hair billowing behind her and her lithe limbs locked around him, she was a fucking vision. Everything he’d ever longed for, yet simultaneously more than he could ever have imagined. And after all of the lifetimes he’d lived for, he had imagined a lot.

The sounds of their colliding flesh echoed over the crackling of the fire, their panted breaths combining to fill up every potential moment of silence. She called out when he filled her again, her features etched with strain and desire as they edged closer to oblivion. The game of their passion was in full flow; a mutual race to the hedonistic finish line.

Seizing her nape with one hand, he covered her mouth with his. Not so long before, he’d expedited the same task with the expectation of resuscitating her, the prospect of any other outcome simply unimaginable. There, in the confines of his parlor, though, everything was different. It was no longer him bringing her back to life, but her reviving him.

Gazing into her eyes, it all seemed so straightforward. The blonde temptress riding his cock was his, whatever she or anyone else had to say on the matter. They were past the point of no return. In no eventuality would she be going back to complete her studies. She would remain there with him and become the companion he’d always longed for—the one who could finally become his equal.

“Master.” Her growl was frantic, her hips snapping forward to seek more of the friction her greedy clit doubtless sought.

“Take it,” he snarled in response, no longer sure if he was suggesting she continue submitting to his desperate cock or the crescendo he suspected was looming over them both.

In the end, she would have no choice but to yield to them both.

Groaning at the thought, his head fell back when his climax neared. It was then that she splintered, her cunt contracting around his shaft and ratcheting the intensity of his own pleasure one hundred-fold.

“Master!” she cried, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she rode the wave of her desire. “Yes, please. More!”

“Have it,” he assured her, emptying his balls into her shrouding warmth.

If his little one missed her learning, then he would teach her. He’d overload her with so much comprehension that she’d struggle to recall what had ever been so enthralling about a world without him.

Chapter Thirteen

Kris

Sprawled on the rug, she stirred, her face turning away from the ferocity of the nearby flames. The heat was comforting on her flesh, but at such close proximity, her sensitive skin felt like it was starting to burn.

Flames?

Her brow creased as she remembered where she was, the hazy image of his wood-paneled parlor coming into view as her eyes fully flickered open.

They were still in the parlor?

She glanced around, finding Kronos stretched out beside her. He seemed to be dozing, his eyes closed and his breathing slow and rhythmic, but as soon as she attempted to untangle herself from his embrace, those hazel eyes were open and on her again.

“Little one?” His tone was weary but knowing, as if he suspected she was trying to make a run for it.

She nearly laughed at the idea. Not only was it the furthest thing from her mind after her recent gratification, but, as a quick scan of the space confirmed, there was literally nowhere for her to go. The parlor, just like her cell and the dining hall, had no obvious doors. There was no way out.

“I’m here, Master.” She leaned down and planted a kiss on his cheek. “I just need to move. I’m too hot by the fire.”

“Take my seat,” he instructed, stretching out one hand to indicate the large chair he meant. “You fell asleep after our carnality, and I must have joined you.”

Climbing to her feet, she smiled. There was something so intimate about the idea of them casually sleeping beside each other. It wasn’t only Kronos’ physicality that she yearned for anymore, but that growing tenderness. The last day had taught her a lot about her captor, and the more she learned, the more she liked.

He could be kind as well as cruel. His caresses and the way he’d treated Shelley had shown her that, and clearly, he cared about Kris. Why else would he have resuscitated her, ensuring she was rested and healthy? He could have had anyone, could have discarded her and found a replacement within hours, but he hadn’t.

Settling on his enormous seat, that thought resonated. He hadn’t done that, and she was glad. Not only because it meant she was still alive, but because they were still together. It would have been simple enough to have loathed her abductor, but watching him rise from the rug, she accepted that she didn’t. Far from it. The more time she spent with the sexy giant, the more she was enthralled.

He was imposing and rigid, and yet he could be gentle and pleasing all at once. On top of all that, she also now accepted that he was powerful.

Kronos was like no one she’d ever met before.