“Say please.”

Clips from first time flashback. 

He nuzzled her. “You must be sore.” 

“You’ll make me feel better, right?”

He cupped the back of her head as he gave her a quiet, solemn, “Yes.”

She gave a contented hum. They only had one night, and she wasn’t going to waste it. He was straight out of a dark romance novel. There were no rose petals,  champagne, or flowery declarations. Just, I need to know if you taste as sweet as I imagined. That, and the most seductive kisses known to mankind. Who would take sweet and slow over what he just did? She wanted to be wrecked, devastated, ruined by the man of her dreams. And she had. 

She kissed his chest and felt his muscles contract as if that small touch affected him deeply. She raised her head and stared at him through the curtain of her hair. The glint of stark hunger in his eyes edging into violence called to something feral and uncivilized within her. Dark desires she had never articulated filled her mind as she licked the scar on his upper lip. He went rigid beneath her, but he didn’t push her away. She did the same with the scar on his jaw and sucked on the tail end of it on his neck. 

“You taste delicious, Jamie.”

“Give me your mouth,” he ordered. 

She chuckled as she continued to suck on the same spot that was making his legs shift, and his hand sink into her hair and grip. “Say please.”

“I never say please.” 

“Not even for me?” She tried to sound sad, but couldn’t stop a nervous giggle from leaking out when he gripped her ass.

“Please,” he bit out.

“Pushover,” she teased, but obligingly raised her head and grinned down at him. “You don’t want a hickey?”

His eyes gleamed as he framed her face and dragged her down to him. “I believe in tit-for-tat, princess.”

“Don’t call me,” she began, but his mouth covered hers, and she forgot about his odd pet name for her. 

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