Her breasts tingled, and her arm where Conner's mark glowed was on fire. He'd mastered her, controlled her, and she'd loved every minute of it. She had to bite her lips to keep words from tumbling from her mouth, words of love she wouldn't be able to take back later.The wave of pleasure receded. Surely now he would fuck her, finish her, complete her. Confined in the restraints, she couldn't wrap around him and pull him inside her body. She arched and strained, but he stayed clothed, stayed distant.What a punishment.She whimpered, and his head jerked up. He smiled, a wicked, slow grin that sent tendrils of heat crawling through her. He stood at the end of the bed and stripped off his clothes slowly, excruciatingly slow. She moaned as his cock sprang free, and he encircled it with his hand. He stroked it and kept his gaze on hers. A drop of precum appeared on the tip. She licked her lips, wanting him in her mouth, down her throat.But he had other things in mind. The statue was still buried inside her pussy, and he twisted it, the ridges on the mermaid likeness sliding over a spot that sent lava flowing through her veins.
