And then his mouth softened, and it was no longer a punishment but a reward, and she kissed him back, sliding her arms around his waist, pressing  up against him with helpless longing she didn't quite understand.

She needed to be here. Locked tight against him, his mouth on hers,  demanding nothing but complete surrender. She made a quiet little sound in the back of her throat, and surrender  it was. His mouth and hands subdued her, not by force but by skilfully using against her own desires.

He hurriedly stripped them off their clothes and carried her to the bed. Then he kissed her again. The sensual brush of...