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“Eden. Baby.” For just a moment he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again there was so much warmth and softness in them it ignited a blazing fire in my chest. “Swear to Christ, this wasn’t meant to be a test, but fuck me, you just passed it with flying colors. I’m so proud of you, love.” With that, he kissed me deeply and with so much emotion it stopped my breath. Then I felt the cold glide of the flat part of the blade at my shoulder, a quick tug, and my bra strap fell away. “You need to be rewarded for passing that test.”
“Rewarded?” Getting naked was reward enough, surely.
“Yeah. When I buy you a new bra, I think it should be in Paris.”
I barely noticed when he transferred the knife to the other strap and cut it free. “Paris?”
“That’s where they have all the best fashion shows, yeah? Pick all the lingerie you want, and then give me my very own, very personal fashion show later on in our room. We’ll make a week of it, just name the time.”
Oh God, I loved this man. “Our first non-stalkery adventure together. I’m so excited.” Not to mention I was thrilled he was interested in making future plans that went well beyond PSI’s involvement in my life. That had to mean something.
“Excited, huh? Just how excited are you, love?” Very gently, he slid the blade to the center of the bra over my heart, and with one fast jerk, he cut it away. I gasped as cool air hit my unveiled breasts, and as he set the knife aside and pulled the ruined bra out from under me, I reveled in the way his gaze moved over me. “Yeah, you sure as hell look excited, don’t you?” He bent and rolled his tongue around one hard-tipped nipple, then groaned as if he’d just tasted the nectar of the gods. “Jesus, I can’t get enough of you, Eden. I love how excited you get for me.”
Seriously, he really was a sadist if he wanted to talk now. “Luke.” I arched invitingly, needing more than just the fleeting caress of his tongue. “Please.”
“There it is again, that sweet little begging. That makes me so fucking hot I can hardly take it.” His breath turned ragged as his hand once again roamed down my belly, only this time he slipped it under the thin veil of my panties and dived his fingers into my cleft. “You are excited, aren’t you? So wet for me, so ready to take my cock.” His fingers slid inside me while his thumb landed on my clit. My heels dug into the mattress as I pushed helplessly into his hand. “You want me to fuck you, Eden?”
“Yes.” It came out on a gasp as pleasure began to spiral ever tighter, “Yes.”
“Beg me to fuck you. I’d set the whole damn world on fire just to hear the wordpleasecome out of that sweet, fuck-me mouth of yours.”
“Please,pleasefuck me hard, Luke.”
His eyes burned into mine. “You want to take my cock, love?”
“God,yes, I want to take your cock inside me.”
He waited a beat. “Please.”
“I want to take your cock inside me,please.” My voice broke on the last—not out of any tearful emotion, but from sheer, ready-to-attack frustration. At best he had another ten seconds of toying with me before I found a way to strangle him with my legs.
He seemed to understand I was near my breaking point, because with an economy of movement he moved off the bed, shucked off his jeans, then bodily lifted my hips to tear off my panties. I thought I heard the ripping of fabric as he tossed them away, but that thought vanished as he climbed back on the bed, positioned himself between my thighs and wrapped a hand around his cock to bring it to my threshold.
“Going to fuck you hard, baby, because you asked so sweetly. Hold on tight.”
With my breath backing up in my lungs, my hands curled around the wooden slats of the headboard. This was so new, so exhilarating, to be utterly helpless and at his mercy, and part of me wondered at the woman I’d become to allow myself to be put in this position. But this position, figuratively and literally, was one of complete trust in another human being, and as tied up as I was I’d never felt freer. Safer.
More loved.
He might not have ever said those words to me, but in this moment, I could almost believe he loved me and cherished me as much as I loved him
I watched as he got on his knees on the mattress between my thighs, then pulled me by the hips until my ass rested high on his legs. With his eyes locking on mine, he plunged into my depths all the way to his hilt.
The slick glide of him filling me made me cry out in sheer delight.
“Do that again.” He leaned over me, bracing his hands on either side of my head, pulled almost all the way out until just the tip of his cock remained sheathed in my depths, only to have him spear back into me again. My head pushed back into the pillows and I did what he asked—mainly because I couldn’t stop myself—and cried out. “Again.”
With each thrust my inner world seemed to crack around the edges. With each retreat I lost the ability to control lung function. I cried out and gasped and moaned as he plunged and retreated and surged into me, so hard the bed itself hit the wall in a building rhythm of passion and power and unmitigated lust. It filled me, that rhythm, just as he filled me with his seismic thrusts until it was all I knew.
Untilhewas all I knew.
And what I knew I loved with a passion so brilliant it lit up every corner of my world.
The flood of ecstasy rushed in suddenly, so fast I was hardly prepared for it before it broke, flinging me into another world of blissful, mindless sensation. I didn’t even try to hold it back. It was sheer joy to let my orgasm flow through me, my back arching off the mattress and my throat burning with the force of my cries while reality was swept away by a pleasure so pure it touched me all the way to my soul. Even after he collapsed on me with a harsh groan that rang in my ears, I was still awash in it, and if he’d told me I was glowing like a neon sign with the residual energy of pure orgasmic sex power, I’d totally believe him.
A faint tug on my wrists brought be back to earth, and my eyes opened as my arms fell limply against the pillows as he freed my hands. Then his lips were on mine—cherishing, soothing.
Loving.
