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Darius found the hem of her gown, lifted it over her head, and tossed it away. He set her off his lap, taking in a deep breath.
Oh…dear…God!
Marianne rested on bent elbows at her sides, her long legs crossed at the ankle. Darius could not speak—just wanted to touch and taste and see. Carnal, animal urges to crush her down on the sheets and fuck her wildly were controlled with effort.
Not this time. He couldn’t hurt or terrify Marianne. She was too precious.
His hands started moving over her of their own free will. They cupped her breasts, lifting and drawing them together, learning their shape and weight.
“You’re an angel, so beautiful and soft. You please me so much.” He tweaked a nipple with two fingers and watched it pucker beautifully. “I want this in my mouth.” Pressing her all the way down onto the bed, he whispered to her through kisses trailing over heated flesh and got his wish.
She moaned when he suckled her.
“Do you like my mouth on you, Marianne?”
“Yessss.”
He found and covered her other tight nipple, rolling the bud under his tongue, eliciting more soft cries out of her. Even so, she was still agitated and uneasy. He sensed anxiety from her and knew exactly what she needed.
“Marianne, I am going to help you. Let you feel safe while I make love to you. You want me to do it because it is what you need. I give you what you need, don’t I?”
“Yes, you do, Darius.”
“I am going to tie up your hands, Marianne. You want me to tie up your hands. You want it because you know you’ll like the way it makes you feel. You’ll feel secure, Marianne.”
Taking the silk sash from his robe, he secured her wrists together, above her head, to the bed. He was pleased to find the restraint had an immediate calming effect upon her. She lost the stiffness and softened under his hands. Feeling her ease into submission, he returned to pressing wet kisses to her straining breasts, sucking harder in places, marking them with love bites.
He dragged his tongue down further, burning a trail to her navel, where he explored with just the tip of his tongue pushed into the tiny opening. He felt her shiver in reaction. Sweeping on, he kept going to the place he desired above all others.
“Open your legs. I want to see you…and I want to taste you.”
She flung her face to the side and shook it. “I cannot do that,” she mumbled, shaking her head some more.
“Yes you can…and you will, Marianne.” He turned her face from the side, forcing her to look at him once more. “Do it. Open.”
He sat back and waited.
“You’re going to be beautiful, and I want to see all of you.”
The silence in the room grew thunderingly loud as he waited.
“Marianne, you want to do this. I know you do. You want to open yourself up for me. You will do it…for me.”
She looked at him, and he saw it. He saw the expression in her eyes, and he knew. Darius knew the instant Marianne gave in to him—decided to submit and do his bidding. Darius felt his blood pounding in his head, his chest, and his cock. Everywhere. Nearly out of his blessed mind with desire for this woman, he waited for her to show him.
Her bound wrists thrust her breasts up, the nipples wound in tight buds. The weight of gravity pulled each mass slightly off center and to the sides of her rib cage. Darius stared, waiting, anticipating, dying. He felt the pounding blood thundering his heart in such magnitude his whole body moved with the beat of his essence. He sucked in a gulp of air.
She began to move. Slowly, Marianne bent first one knee and then the other. Her legs parted…
Oh, sweet Christ!
Chapter Eight
Darius intended to devour her. This was the thought that flashed through Marianne’s mind when she saw the look upon his face. He looked starved, ravenous even. Like he was hovering suspended, waiting for the moment he could begin on the sumptuous feast set out for him.
Marianne was splayed out on the bed with her hands above her head, tied with the sash from his robe. Her legs were bent at the knees and open for him because he’d told her to do it. If she thought too much on it, she got scared. So she didn’t think—didn’t even have the capacity to think about what she was doing right now. Darius would tell her what to do, and she would do it. And in that way, she could get through this experience.
His head hung between her thighs, poised to taste her cunny. Somehow she knew this was his intention. Then he paused and inhaled.
