It added a terrifying dimension to our sexual fight.

“Yes,” I whispered.

Q gritted his teeth, visibly shuddering. He kissed me again. Hard. Fast. Lethal. His hands landed on the edge of the pool, blocking me in the cage of his body while his hips thrust into mine.

I couldn’t move. My hands remained locked together, and my neck protested as his kiss turned vicious. He took and gave and took some more. Every twist of his tongue demanded I do what I promised and find a way to become pregnant for him.

Spearing my tongue with his, we battled until we were heaving and insane. Nothing existed but our kiss and being inside each other. The stinging cuts on my breast and stomach only anchored me more to him, and my pussy fired with the need to release, building and building with a demand I couldn’t ignore.

“Q…please…I’m going to—”

Instantly, he stopped. Pulling out of me, he ended both the kiss and our connection.

No!

My eyes shot wide with frustration. “Why—why did you stop?”

“Because I don’t want you coming without doing something.”

Uh-oh.

“Doing what?”

His grin was pure animal. “This.”

Taking a deep breath, he vanished beneath the water.

I gasped as his hands pinned my hips against the side of the pool. I teetered with imbalance, unable to hold onto anything with my wrists tied.

What the hell is he doing?

His reply came a second later in the form of teeth.

The wet room ricocheted with my breathless scream as Q’s tongue replaced the silk of seawater with sensual saliva. I turned legless and inhuman as he shot his tongue inside me, fucking me just as roughly as he did before.

His fingers replaced his tongue, three stretching me, heralding my begging orgasm.

I gave into him. I didn’t have a choice.

My head lolled as his fingers drove in and out and his mouth suckled on my clit. I didn’t know how long he could hold his breath, but my shoulders ached and the mental tally it took to stand up while all I wanted to do was melt battled with the spooling sensation in my womb.

And then pain.

My release switched from building to detonating as Q’s teeth sank hard and unforgiving into my clit.

He bit me!

My vision blurred on the dark shadow of him beneath the water between my legs. My thighs fought to come together as the most shattering orgasm ripped through me.

His fingers worked me in time, and the softest trickle of blood once again plaited with the pool.

The first, second, third band of my orgasm wrenched me dry, but Q didn’t stop tormenting me. He licked and bit until he wrung every shudder from me.

Only then did he push off the bottom and join me on the surface.

He smiled, water rushing off his dark hair and over his sinfully handsome features. “Did you enjoy your release, esclave?” His teeth flashed with the barest hint of my blood.

My cheeks blushed and my nipples tingled, calling for the same rough treatment. For Q to say I permitted him to hurt me only because he wanted it was absolute filth. I got off on him biting me. I got off on being hurt. It killed me to think of him taking that away from me.

Please, don’t ever change.

“Don’t ever stop, Q.”

He swallowed hard, staring unrepentant. “Don’t talk about that now.”

My thoughts raced. Even though Q had evolved in our years together, he still needed the primal depth of pain and scars. What would it do to him if he prevented that desire?

My legs trembled with the awful thought of growing apart. He said I was enough. But now he wanted more. What if that more was what broke us?

Q didn’t give my worry time to consume me. Grabbing my nape, he yanked me forward to kiss. The faint taste of copper tainted our embrace as he once again hoisted my legs around his waist and slid deep inside me. My back connected with the wall as oxygen fled my lungs.

He never broke the kiss, but I kept my eyes wide open. Focusing on his sculptured cheekbones and how achingly desperate his gaze appeared. We never looked away as his lips worked mine, soft but demanding. His hips rocked with perfect discipline. I moaned as he pressed his muscular body harder against me. The pool heated as our naked skin flushed hotter and hotter.

He withdrew, his cock only an inch inside me.

We stayed like that for a second. Just living in a perfect heartbeat.

Then violence reentered our lovemaking, and my spine arched as he plunged inside me.

Deep.

Hard.

Excruciatingly blissful.

The way he took me held no remnants of our argument or uncertainty. There was no fear or questions. Only the knowledge we belonged to each other forever.

Every time he thrust, I pushed back to meet him. Water splashed all around us, licking up the sides of the pool and echoing in the space. My lungs strained as Q grunted and rutted, taking me deep and thorough.

My hands ached to touch him. To dig my fingernails into his ass and scratch long bloody trails down his spine. I wanted to make him bleed. I wanted to love and adore him, autograph and implore him.

My pussy swelled for another release, heating and begging as a swirling orgasm started in my heart, working its way through my nerve endings.

“Take me, Tess. Every last inch of me.” Q bit my ear, losing finesse as he chased what we both needed. His hands roamed every inch—squeezing my thighs, my hips, my breasts. When he rolled my nipples, the percolation inside turned into a nucleus inside my core, just waiting for the final spark to unleash.

My heart rate ratcheted as I fought for pleasure.