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  “Hurt me,” Phoenix said.

  She dug deeper. She would leave marks. She would bring blood. He didn’t protest; in fact, his cock swelled, thicker and harder and going a sweet, dusky shade of red that pushed a soft moan from her throat. He groaned when she softened her touch and bent to press a kiss to the gouges.

  She let her mouth drift over his hip, where she bit him. Slowly at first. Then harder. He cried out, something between a prayer and a curse, and she laughed as she let go and sat up to look at him.

  “We could be interrupted,” she murmured.

  Phoenix’s gaze had already gone a little starry, but he smiled. “Yeah. At any moment.”

  “What might they think, whoever shows up? Seeing us naked. Fucking.” She dipped her head again, this time to fasten her teeth to the tender inside of his thigh. She took the tiniest bit of flesh between her teeth, knowing it would hurt worse than a larger bite. She nipped, hard.

  He strained upward, not bucking. “Oh...damn... I don’t care what they think.”

  “No?” She licked the spot she’d bitten. “Me neither.”

  In truth, she wasn’t one to crave an audience, but the thought that someone might find them this way did strangely excite her. Someone seeing her with this power over him. Of him giving in to her.

  Of watching her bring him to the edge.

  She stroked his cock, watching his face as he lifted his hips to her touch. “There are so many pretty ways to hurt you, Phoenix. I hardly know where to start.”

  “Please start,” he said.

  She laughed, but it turned into a half-sobbing sound at the sight of him pushing himself into her fist. None of the men she’d been with had moved her the way Phoenix did. She didn’t want to think about why. She didn’t want to consider what he’d said in the diner, that she was different to him than anyone else had ever been. She could not let herself even contemplate that perhaps he was different to her than anyone else, too.

  There weren’t any toys or tool to use, but she had her teeth and pinching fingers; she had her hands. She worked him all over, watching the glorious way his skin went pink and then red beneath her touch. His cock, too. Slick, sweet precome leaked from the head of it, and she used that to circle a fingertip on his cock head while he gasped and groaned.

  “Sometimes,” Willa said, “pleasure can hurt, too.”

  She began to tease him. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked, stroking his balls. Her other hand on the shaft. He was pumping inside her mouth in a minute or so. She withdrew, laughing at his groan of frustration.

  When she straddled him and took him into her, he put his hands on her hips at once. His cock felt so good, deep inside her, that she almost let herself ride him hard but stopped herself to go slow, achingly slow. Up. Down. Grinding her hips. Any time he started to act as though he were getting close, she stopped to feel the pulse and throb of him inside her. She dug her nails into his chest, leaving a pattern of half-moon marks that filled in with crimson.

  She didn’t think she was going to get off this way. She needed more pressure on her clit. Still, it aroused her to watch the way his eyes went glazed, his mouth lax. How he groaned each time her touch cut into him. When she raked him with her nails, leaving a long swath of marks, she thought she’d tipped him over.

  “No,” Willa said and gripped his chin to force him to look at her. “Don’t you come.”

  Phoenix breathed out. Grinned. “No.”

  Again she began to move, letting her clit rub along the ridges of his belly muscles and the crinkling hair there. The pressure wasn’t quite enough. She tantalized herself. Then she lost herself in the slowly building pleasure. Her head fell back. She rocked on him.

  “Oh, yes, fuck, yes,” she breathed. Her knees pressed his hips. As her desire mounted, again and again she dug her nails into his skin.

  She opened her eyes to see him watching her, his gaze sharp now. Focused. He’d begun lifting his hips in time to the grinding of hers. The motion pressed her clit just right, and although she hadn’t expected it, she was getting closer and closer. This, this, this, she thought, incapable of saying it aloud. Wordless noises slipped out of her. They worked together.

  “Don’t,” she managed to say.

  “No,” Phoenix murmured.

  She stopped worrying that he was going to get there before her. She let herself move. Minutes passed, desire building in breathtaking increments. She eased to the edge of orgasm and didn’t go over; she could have touched her clit or ordered him to, but this was too delicious to stop. Tension coiled inside her. Her thighs began to shake. She became aware that she was saying his name under her breath, her voice almost pleading, but for what she couldn’t be sure. Everything was going tight inside her. Her clit was swollen, hard, brushing him every time she moved. Her ass clenched. When he cried out, she realized she’d again drawn blood from the smooth skin right over his hips.

  Willa’s eyes wanted to close so she could give herself up to this pleasure, but she forced herself to look at him. Everything else in the room had faded away, a nimbus of light surrounding them. The headboard creaked in a steady pattern that sounded like music.

  She moved faster. Harder. She no longer thought about needing an extra touch on her clit—the throb of his cock inside her was enough. Oh, it was so much better than enough. Her hands pressed his chest, feeling the tight muscles of his pecs. She pinched his nipples, hard, twisting them, and at his hoarse shout she almost went over.

  She had to kiss him. His mouth on hers, tongues stroking, the clash of their teeth. She bit his lower lip, and he fucked upward so hard and deep inside her that she cried out in pain, not caring even though it was the giving and not receiving of it that got her off. This was sweet agony, a counterpoint to the rising, throbbing tide of ecstasy inside her.

  She could think of nothing else.

  She could do nothing but ride him.

  Closer and closer, she spun, until there was nothing that could keep her from this. She pushed upward on his chest so she could look into his eyes. His mouth was open and she could not stop herself from spitting into it, then kissing him; she could not stop from biting his tongue the way she had two nights ago. His muffled shout was another push toward the edge. Kissing, kissing, kissing hard enough to bruise, she rocked on him so hard the entire bed moved along the floor.

  She came so hard she could not draw breath. She tried, shaking, but could only cry out, long and low and guttural. Her orgasm went on and on, waves of it rushing over her only to crash back.

  “Come for me,” Willa demanded without the breath even to speak.

  Somehow, despite that, Phoenix heard her. She actually felt him swell and throb inside her. Felt the flood of him jetting inside her. Heat and slickness kept her moving, writhing on him to get her clit pressed harder on his stomach and sending another wave of contractions through her. She couldn’t tell if she were coming again or if her first climax simply had not ended. All she knew was in this moment there was only pleasure.

  Only Phoenix, only him.

  Chapter 9

  Phoenix was so hard he wasn’t sure he was even going to come until her breathless command pushed him over. Then he wasn’t sure he was ever going to stop.

  Shaking, he let himself go. Blinded, deafened, the sound of blood whooshing in his ears, he was sure he would pass out from the rush. His tongue ached from her teeth; it was too much and not enough. He could never get enough. Not of this, not of pain. Not of her.

  Then he could think of nothing but this. When he could focus and breathe, he became aware that Willa had fallen forward to press her face against his neck. Her knees pressed his sides, making him notice the sting from the places she’d scoured with her nails. It sent another throb through his cock, which had not quite softened yet.

  “Oh my god,” she said int