Chapter Twenty-Two

Ian went still, staring down in awe at the woman tied to the bed, her words sinking in. Euphoria washed over him in scintillating waves.

Seeing the gleaming slave collar around Tori’s neck pleased the alpha male in him immensely. She didn’t know that a second part of his gift still waited in his pocket. Given how tenuous her initial acceptance of being collared had been, it had not been the right time to snap on a golden chain and lead her around like a slave. But now, here she was proudly proclaiming that he was her master. It nearly brought him to his knees.

“I’ve waited to hear you say that…it seems like forever.”

This mysterious woman, who’d driven him crazy for months even when she didn’t realize she was doing it, was now begging him to take her any way he wanted. She dazzled him, catching him like a perfect diamond catches the light and radiantly reflects it back in a rainbow of colors—making something beautiful in the process.

“Master,” she pleaded. “I want you.”

He nodded once, incapable of speech. He admired every newly revealed side of her, from her incredible intelligence, to her hidden sexiness, to her adventurous spirit that matched his own. And tonight her gift of submission had struck him straight in the heart. It warmed him as much as it turned him on.

Grabbing a condom, he hurriedly rolled it on and climbed over her, all the while his gaze roved insatiably over her body. She watched him with wild, hungry eyes, and he wanted to feed her with pleasure. With one powerful surge, he filled her completely, thrilled by her keening welcome. It felt as though he’d yearned for ages, not mere days, for another chance to make this wonderful connection with her. He wanted to bring her such ecstasy that she’d only lust for him in the future.

Utterly incapable of taking it slow, he began thrusting into her, the feel of her tight grip on his throbbing cock sending tiny shock waves of delight outward from his groin. He drove into her harder and harder, needing more stimulating friction and more connection with her, and she met each push with her own. Completely lost, practically out of his mind, he urged her onward with little entreaties and quick caresses and plentiful kisses. Her erotic mewls were not enough. He wanted her screams of ecstasy.

“I need to hear you come,” he urged.

“Yes!” she cried, fighting her bonds. “I need more. Please!”

“Give it to me,” he demanded, driving his shaft deeply into her as he sought blissful release with her. “Come for me when I command it.”

She had turned into a wild thing beneath him, thrashing and bucking, groaning and grunting, and he gloried in it, the edges of delirium teasing his mind.

“You’re beautiful like this.” His pleasure expanded, consuming him.

He needed it to consume them both.

“Bloody fucking hell, it feels so good,” he said with a moan. “Give it to me. Give it to me now!”

He watched her reaction, needing her to submit to him, to his dominance.

And she did. She quaked, her entire body seeking one thing, and she cried out, her guttural scream filling the room. Her climax surrounded him, and he perished in the erotic sensations—the tight clutch of her cunt on his shaft, the sweet scent of her arousal in his nostrils, and the succulent cries of her pleasure in his ears. He lost control of his ability to think, his body taking over to fuck her in an ever-building sensual storm.

With one final deep stab, he exploded, shouting with the joy of it. “Yes! God, yes, Victoria!”

Almost unconscious now, he collapsed down onto her and lay panting, his arms and legs limp. Never in his life had he climaxed as if an inner blaze of fire had consumed him. Stars buzzed around him, and happiness sparkled within him.

Brilliant! The single word repeated over and over in his mind.

He’d conquered the world.