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“In my bed? You were ill. I feared for you. I brought you here to recover.”
“And you thought I’d ‘recover’ if you tied me to your bed and…”
“Fucked you until you screamed my name?” I nuzzle her neck.
“Stop that.” She shudders, her demand raspy.
“Never.” There will not be a day I will not want to touch my “wife.” “It worked.”
“Did it?” She scowls. “Ugh, my head hurts. Did you drug me? Is that why I was ‘ill’?”
She thinks I poisoned her in some way? “Nay.”
“You didn’t slip me something so you could…” She sends a meaningful glance down at our entwined bodies.
“Think you I hoodwinked you into taking some substance so I could bed you?”
“It sounds crazy to me, too. But why else would I be, um…horizontal with a man I barely know?” She wriggles, then gasps when I press my hard cock inside her again. “Oh, my god…”
“You are naked, under me, and stuffed full of me because you need me.”
“The hell I do!” She twists, biting her lip and trying—unsuccessfully—to hold in a heavy-lidded groan. “As soon as I’m free, I’m calling the police.”
“Hear me well, Olivia. I did not use trickery to seduce you. That is the work of knaves and scoundrels. When we came to this bed, you were very much willing.”
“You’re lying. Y-you slapped that bracelet on me… It must have somehow wiped out my inhibitions?” She glances up at her wrist where naught but my leather strips remain.
“Nay. You enticed me. ‘I am dying to know how good we can make each other feel.’ Recall saying that?”
“So you would let your guard down, and I could escape. You went on and on about bedding Morgana to break your ‘curse.’ Oh, god, do you hear the words coming out of my mouth? I’m stuck in a freak show!”
“You are not Morgana.”
“At least you figured that out,” she huffs.
“’Twas a simple mistake. You have her eyes and her birthmark.” My gaze strays to the strawberry stain between her tits. “But that is where the resemblance ends. Tonight, you pleased me in every way—a feat more impossible than you know. That had naught to do with Morgana…and everything to do with you, love.”
“I’m not gullible enough to fall for your hot hunk from yestercentury shtick. Believe me, I’m aware of my utter lack of appeal, so just…don’t. Let me up. I want to go home. We can forget this ever happened.”
“Never.” I press a kiss to her mouth. “You understand naught about your appeal, but I will show you—often—how much I desire you.”
“I’m not signing up for more of your torture. I don’t want it.”
Her racing heartbeat and shallow breaths make a liar out of her, especially when she squirms again and tightens on my cock. I glide deeper into the warm press of her cunt.
“Torture that makes you gasp? Makes your nipples tight? Makes you scream my name?” I grin. “But I will let you up for now so we can talk.”
Since she seems not to remember her illness, I must explain. Once she understands, I will happily spend the night inside her, basking in her cries.
As I ease free from her cunt, Olivia gasps. “You didn’t use a condom? This just keeps getting worse. If I get a disease… Or pregnant. Crap!”
I grip her face and skewer her with my stare. “Hear me well. There will never be barriers between us. Ever.”
“Yeah, because we’re not doing this again. Untie me, damn it!” She jerks against the leather restraining her wrists once more. “You may not care about things like pregnancy and HIV, but I do.”
Pinning her to the mattress, I plunge inside her snug cunt again, straight to the hilt. The sensations are too good to feel bad, especially when she gasps in a sound rife with pleasure. “You were ill, Olivia. I made you well.”
“How? I don’t understand what’s happening.” Her voice shakes.
