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covered his cock.
    What the fuck was that? I wondered, shocked. Judging from James’s response he loved it, whatever it was.
    He kissed me passionately. “I’m going to make you mine now.”
    A frisson of fear made my heart jump. The sense that if I did this I would forever belong to this man and this man alone. The man who belonged to my sister.
    No! my mind screamed, even as my body welcomed him.
    I cried out at the tearing of my flesh, at the rending of the fragile barrier that allowed James to claim me in the most intimately powerful way possible. It was fucking painful, no doubt about it, but I embraced that pain like a treasure because it was mine— and James had given it to me.
    “I’m sorry,” he said softly.
    He kissed my forehead, the tears on my cheek and then my lips, letting me get used to his girth, barely moving until I relaxed my muscles. I didn’t believe I could take all of him but he showed me otherwise. He circled his hips and my body instinctively followed. He dipped into me, taking little nibbles and holding back because he didn’t want to hurt me. The hand on my breast was replaced by his mouth and soon enough, the little flickers of pleasure grew stronger, spreading through my body in bolts of pure bliss.
    I’ve never been one of those people who wonder what it’s like to be hit by lightning. Who cares what it feels like if you’re dead? But now I knew. It was pure rapture, condensed into hot little zaps that stemmed from James’s lips, his hands and his cock. And I really would die if he didn’t give me more. My hips rose to meet his downward push, taking the initiative to increase the tempo.
    He was still holding back.
    “Fuck me,” I urged.
    It was easier to say the second time around, so I did it again and was rewarded by a deep, heart-stopping thrust. I smiled, delighted that James liked a dirty mouth in bed. So I told him I loved his enormous cock. He drove it into me, telling me all the ways he wanted me.
    It was exhilarating, empowering, making me so hot I thought I would singe Caroline’s sheets. I bet my sister never heard anything so crude, so purely sexual from her sophisticated fiancé. I bet she’d run screaming if she did. Even though I was tender and sore, I didn’t want him to treat me like I was a fragile flower.
    Like Caroline.
    “Harder, James,” I ordered, my hands tight on his firm buttocks. “I’m Paisley and you’re fucking me like you wanted, remember?”
    “Oh God,” he groaned, lost in his fantasy.
    Our hands laced together as he increased the tempo, a tiny drop of moisture falling from his forehead onto my lip. We tasted it together, our bodies entwined in a cord of passion and pleasure. I fitted my legs around his thighs to pull him deeper, my hands on the rippling muscles of his back.
    The sound in the back of his throat was wild. Primitive. He was sweating and groaning and so was I, goaded by his enjoyment, his total lack of control as he succumbed to his instincts, hard and fast.
    “Don’t stop,” I urged against his ear. “Fill me with your cum.”
    His body went rigid, the goose bumps spreading under my fingers as his orgasm shook him.
    “Fuck...Paisley,” he said, bucking into me.
    His pleasure forced me over the edge and I climaxed in time to his wild heartbeat and the convulsive tightening of his fingers on mine. It was the best high I’d ever had. Better tasting and sweeter smelling than anything I could think of.
    Addictive.
    I had wanted to remain aloof, enjoy the sensation of being loved by James and not be affected. Just another high I could compare to all the others I’d experienced. But when I lay underneath him, gasping for air with only his lips and his tongue to sustain me—at that moment he possessed me. Full stop and end of story. He shuddered, expelling another breath with my name on it, making me smile.
    James had branded me his, but in the process he had also made himself mine.
    Our bodies soaked the sheets,