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“I thought it had.” Her barely-there admission ripped at my soul.
“Letme get you dressed. Tonight isn’t the time for … what I wanted to share with you.”
“Because you love pain.” Her lips twisted in a crooked grin. “I love that, too.”
“Why?”
“Because it reminds me I’m here and fighting.”
I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to hers. “I can give you more than pain, Little Bird. But I don’t want to push you.”
She caught my hand and pressed it to her throat. “See this? I took it off tonight. At the bar. For you. I hoped…”
Hope chipped away at the dark mess my heart had becomeover the years, baring a tiny part of my soul. “Are you sure, Lux? I’ll take it slow with you.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Roo.” Her gaze glittered with need, her desire reflected in my own.
So fucking beautiful.
I cursed every asshole who had tried to ruinthe beautiful woman before me.
Tried and failed. Because she stood before me, bared, and stronger than ever.
Lux tilted her head back. Her chin lifted, lips pressed together, she readied herself for whatever she thought I’d throw at her.
“You are,” I stepped forward, clasping her hips in a tight grip and pulling her body sharply into mine, “the most single stunning fucking woman I’ve ever seen. Stripping like that, you’re going to ruin all my plans for you,” I added in a light tone. My fingers curled around one of her silvery long locks and gave a gentle tug.
“What?” Lux frowned. Her gaze darkened as strength turned to anger. “Killian Du Pont. Don’t youdareplacate me or tell me what I want to hear. From you at least I’d expect honesty.” Her breath came fast, the tops of her breasts heaving as she pressed to my chest.
I nodded, never taking my eyes off her. If she ran now, I wouldn’t call her back, and I’d lose her. If that’s what she wanted, I’d give it, even if it broke me. But I didn’t think so. “All right. Got a safe word, Little Bird?”
“Orchid.”
“Perfect. And you wanted honesty from me.” I waited while she steeled herself again, and then I kissed her.
Hard.
Everything I loved about her went into that kiss, from our daily banter and that I cravedthe way she always looked for me in the bar, running alongside her each month, to the soft touch of her skin. That she came to find me each afternoon I sparred, even though she didn’t need to.
How fucking stunning she felt against me.
I groaned into hermouth, lightening the kiss. Her lips moved beneath mine, her tongue flicking into my mouth, requesting permission. My groan became a growl as I crushed her against me and walked her backward across the room. The heat of her emanated between her thighs, through my pants. I pressed her back to the post, holding her gaze, then spun her around, already lacing her hands together.
My body ached with every movement, but I took that pain and buried it deep. She’d survived so much to become the wonderful,amazingwoman I loved. I could do no less in her honor.
The cuffs I’d secured there fit her at a comfortable range, enough to give her a little room to play, though ensuringthe space was insufficient for her to escape. She tilted her head back against my shoulder, seeking my mouth again. I gave her what she wanted, kissing her hard, pressing her body against the post. She writhed in the small space, her ass rubbing the hard length of my erect cock.
I drew back far enough to break the kiss, and, staring deep intoher eyes, I slipped my fingers between her thighs, rubbing along her slicked pussy lips.
“It’s obscene, you know,” I murmured, grinding her body against the rough surface of the post. “How much you want this. A beautiful little shifter, all hot and needy. I think I can do something about that.” I withdrew the whip I’d been playing with from my belt and held it above her lips. “Kiss it.”
Wide-eyed, she rose onto her toes the way I intended, straining to press her lips to the braided leather. Her head tilted impossibly far back, she stared into my eyes and flicked out her tongue to caress the bulbous handle.
I watched her arch for me, pressing her ever tighter to the post, restricting her breathing space, and let her tongue-fuck the end of the whip.
“Thankyou, Sir,” she murmured when I withdrew the handle from her reach.
Her swollen lips were too tempting. I dipped my head to take them again, biting a little this time, raising the stakes.
