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A gentle but certain command.
I take my time, releasing the everyday. Stepping from the ordinary into the erotic.
I smile, inhaling deeply. Reaching for my top, I slide it off slowly, carefully, living in the moment. The rush of fabric against my ear. The cool air caressing my nakedness. His low hum of approval. The erotic tension between us, hot and electric.
I unclasp my bra. It slides off and the sway of my full breasts feels so freeing. With gentle, deliberate motions, I fold my clothes and place them to the side, then kneel again.
I spent a great deal of time preparing to meet him. I knew that if we were alone at the club, we would be able to do whatever we wanted.
I shaved myself, then slathered on lotion Marialena gave me, until my skin glowed and I smelled faintly of wisteria.
Starla had watched in wonder as I fixed my hair and applied the faintest touches of makeup—a blush of color to my cheeks, a sheer gloss on my lips, the slightest wave of a mascara wand to lengthen my lashes.
I finished it all off with a spray of perfume.
“Eden, you smell like heaven,” Starla said, her eyes shining.
Heaven.
That’s where I am now…knowing my sister’s safe. That the people that hurt me can’t touch me anymore. That Sergio loves me, and I love him.
He kneels beside me. Lifts my hands. Places them around his neck.
Holds me.
Simply being held by him makes my breathing grow erratic and my cheeks flush hotter. My skin is sensitive to every touch as heat builds between my thighs. My breasts feel heavy, and a warm blush spreads across my naked skin.
It now seems so long, long ago that I was taught to be ashamed of my nakedness. Now, as my body welcomes his every touch, an inner flame of need building inside me, I release every self-doubt I ever had.
I am beautiful.
I am strong.
I am loved.
I am unashamed.
The room is filled with a soft, ambient glow as I kneel on the plush carpet. I feel so vulnerable yet alive under the intensity of his gaze.
The air crackles between us when he reaches for my chin and tilts my gaze upward. Another gentle yet clear command.
Look at me.
I obey.
“You’re so beautiful,mi amore,” he murmurs, the deep timbre of his voice filling the vacant room.
“Thank you.” I reach my hand tentatively toward his cheek, hovering, a silent request to touch him. When he nods, I rest my hand on the stubble of his jaw. “I love you.”
“And I love you.”
Still holding my chin in his hand, he says something that surprises me. “Here in this sanctuary, I want you to find your healing, Eden.”
And I know the “sanctuary” he means isn’t any place I can find in a club.
No—it’s here, basking in the strength of my full submission and the power of his love for me.
My sanctuary is him.
