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I trace a line down her spine.
She shudders. "Adam."
"Say it again." I trace the line up, then down again.
"Adam." It falls off her lips like poetry. "Please."
"Please?"
"Fuck me. Please."
She doesn't want to talk about the pictures? Dinner? Me abandoning her after?
"Adam?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't."
"You don't know that."
"I do."
"How?" I bring my hands to her hips. Pull her body hard against mine.
She gasps. Blinks her eyes open.
I cover them with my hand, but I'm too slow. I hear it in her gasp. She saw a glimpse of me.
We're in front of the fucking mirror.
When I bought the place, I appreciated the mirrored walls. Extra angles to watch women I wanted.
Useful when I filled certain needs.
Decorative the rest of the time.
But now—
"Adam." She rocks her hips against my hardening cock. "Please. Fuck me. Now. Here. Tie me up. Blindfold me. Bend me over the bed. Whatever you need. As long as you fuck me."
My body threatens to take over.
"Do you need me to beg? I will. I'll get on my knees and plead."
"Don't. I'll get carried away."
Her breath catches in her throat. "Please."
Fuck, how can I say no to that? "You do exactly what I say. Nothing more. Nothing less. Understand?"
Her chest heaves with her inhale. "Yes. Please."
She wants that too. She wants to follow my orders. To slip into the state where I command and she obeys.
Fuck.
I struggle to hold on to conscious thought.
I want to let go. I want to give in to my body's demands. But there are practicalities to consider.
The usual.
And new ones.
"Are you safe?" I ask.
"Safe?"
"Have you been tested for STDs?"
"Yes. It's been awhile. And I'm on the pill. If you… if you're safe too. I… fuck." Her fingers curl into her sides. "Will you fuck me bareback?"
There goes my self-control.
"Please."
"You trust me?"
"Yes."
"You barely know me."
"I don't care. I want to feel you against me. If you're safe."
"I am." I find her zipper. Pull it over her ass. "I haven't been with anyone since the accident."
"No one?"
"No one." I didn't even fuck myself until I found her.
I push her dress off her hips.
It falls to her feet. I bend to gather it, rise, drape it over the dresser.
I want to be inside her.
I want to feel her pulsing around me.
Why the fuck am I arguing with her?
That's one practical concern down.
For the other—
I find a blindfold in the dresser. Pull it over her eyes.
She gasps as the silk brushes her skin. "Adam."
"You are beautiful." I run my hand over her side.
"Thank you."
"Sometimes, I can't believe it." I push her panties off her right hip. "That someone as beautiful as you wants anything to do with me."
"I do."
"Tell me." I push them off her left hip. "When you fuck yourself, thinking of me, what do you imagine?"
"I'm in that bedroom, in those silk pajamas. It's dark. Late. The house is quiet. You slip into my room. Climb into my bed. Your lips are on my neck as you undo the buttons, one at a time. Then you pull my pants to my ankles. Gasp when you see I'm not wearing anything under them."
"You want it soft?"
"Sometimes. Sometimes, you start soft, then you get rough. You flip me over, bind my wrists with your tie, fuck me so hard I can't breathe."
"Which makes you come faster?"
"Rough."
"You want that now?"
"Yes." Her chest heaves. "Do you?"
"More than anything."
"Please."
Fuck.
"Adam, please."
My resolve crumbles. The voice whispering be careful with her disappears.
Does she know she's found my weak point?
I can't resist the need in her voice.
It's impossible.
"Put your hands behind your back," I say.
She does.
I find a tie in my dresser. Use it to bind her wrists.
Then I guide her to the bed. Sit her on the edge.
Even though she's blindfolded, she looks up at me expectantly. She trusts me to guide her.
"Spread your legs," I say.
She does.
I drop to my knees between them. "Beautiful." I lean in. Press my lips to her thigh.
She shudders.
I do it again. Then again.
Closer.
Closer.
There.
My lips brush her cunt.
She falls onto her back. "Please."
I pin her thighs to the bed, then I brush my lips against her again.
It's been a long time since I've done this.
Not since the accident.
Not since I turned into a monster.
The part of me that's man takes over. This is still the only thing that makes sense.
Me making her come.
What could be better?
I tease her with another soft brush of my lips.
Again and again.
Then I pin her harder and I lick her up and down slowly, tasting every sweet inch of her.
Mine.
The thought threatens to overtake my brain. I've been with other women. Done this with other women.
But I've never wanted to claim them. Not the way I want to claim Danielle.
Mine.
I want her mine forever.
I want her here, tied to my bed, groaning my name as she comes forever.
I take one more taste of her sweet lips, then I test her with softer strokes. Harder.
