Constant Craving [Rapture Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Leah Brooke

woman to spend the rest of my life with. No pretense. No lies. I want a woman who’ll belong to me. Totally. Completely. In every way.”
    Trembling with a need unlike anything she’d ever experienced, a need that made her want to turn and throw herself against his chest, she swallowed heavily and struggled to keep her tone cool. “You want a woman to dominate. I don’t know if I can be that type of woman.”
    Gabriel’s lips touched the outer curve of her ear, his breath warm against it, and sending a shiver through her that had another rush of moisture coating her inner thighs. “I think you’re exactly the kind of woman I need. And I think I’m what you need.”
    Her beaded nipples began to ache unbearably, making it harder to concentrate on their conversation. Keeping her back to him, she glanced at him over her shoulder. “You make it sound so easy.”
    The pregnant pause that followed was filled with tension, his eyes unreadable as he stared down at her. Finally he spoke, his deep voice carrying easily despite his low tone. “It won’t always be easy, but I think both of us can find what we need in each other.”
    With a strangled laugh, Kelsey turned back to face the ocean, wanting him more with every word—every breath. “Like I said—arrogant.”
    Running a hand over her arm, he leaned close. “That doesn’t mean that I’m wrong.”
    Tightening her grip on the railing, Kelsey took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her heart racing. She wished she could believe him, but so many things about his lifestyle made no sense to her.
    She couldn’t deny, though, that she’d been aroused the entire time she’d been with him.
    The breeze blew her skirt aside, and would have revealed her mound to anyone watching.
    Thankfully, the beach was deserted.
    The breeze, like a warm caress over her mound, stoked the fire inside her.
    Not for the first time, she wondered about the kind of pleasure she could experience at Gabriel’s hands.
    Releasing the railing, she gripped the edge of her skirt and turned, gasping at the feel of her aching nipples brushing against his chest. The surge of heat to her slit stunned her, creating the same tingling sensation she’d experienced on the beach.
    He didn’t move away as she’d anticipated, leaning closer instead, and intensifying the closeness that had been building between them.
    “There’s only one way to find out what it could be like between us, isn’t there?” He smiled, a flash of white against his olive skin, so overwhelmingly beautiful as she stared at him, unable to breathe.
    Her fingers itched to touch him, to smooth over his wide chest, to slide into his ink-black hair. She couldn’t stop looking at his lips, her own tingling with awareness.
    Kissing was overrated, as far as she was concerned, and entirely too intimate, but the desire to experience one of Gabriel’s kisses had her leaning closer before she could stop herself.
    Realizing her mistake, she hurriedly straightened, tearing her gaze away from his lips to meet his eyes. She didn’t know how to proceed without leaving herself vulnerable to being hurt, or what he expected of her. “What do you have in mind?”
    Gabriel’s smile sent a thrill through her, warming her everywhere. “Why don’t we start by getting some of your assumptions out of the way? You can ask me questions and satisfy your curiosity. Maybe it’ll help you relax a little.”
    Feeling as if they’d taken one more step toward becoming lovers, Kelsey swallowed heavily, fighting her panic. “Gabriel, this is stupid. I—”
    With a finger beneath her chin, he lifted her face to his. “Do you have any idea how close the bond is between a Master and his submissive? A relationship like that requires it, and if it’s a serious relationship, can be quite painful when it ends.” When a sudden gust of wind blew again, he smoothed her hair back while she concentrated on holding the edges of her skirt together.
    Bending until their