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I obeyed, crawling across the bed until I was before his kneeling body. He bent and pressed a gentle kiss to my mouth. His taste was like a flickering shadow, burning my lips and rousing my desire.
“Collar me,” he said. “You dirty, little slut.”
His words pulled me back and grounded me. Fingers steady, I fastened the collar around his throat and slid it until the loops were on either side. The leather settled against his corded muscles and tanned skin. His lids flickered, a ripple of power moved through his body, and then he relaxed.
“Green?” I whispered.
“Green,” he said. “Now fasten the restraints to either side.”
I did as he asked. Then he had me put leather cuffs around his wrists, bringing them behind his back and securing them there. He flexed his shoulders, his neck twitching. But he didn’t attempt to free himself.
He remained there, bound and on his knees.
Awed, I drew back slowly until I stood at the end of the bed. Taking in my handiwork with a fluttering pulse in my throat and arousal slipping down the inside of my thigh.
Tonight, he had made good on his word. He was my own personal god.
A shudder crawled along my spine. There was something religious about him being on his knees, restrained. All that inhuman strength bound in leather felt like a sweet, powerful sacrifice. Dark, breathtaking, riding that fine line between the sacred and the blasphemous.
It triggered a tender part of me I’d almost forgotten about. A part of me he had healed.
I shook my head once. Unwilling to let myself go down that path. Lucien had pulled me out of that world and in his sanctuary, I was safe.
“What is it, baby?” he asked, clearing his throat.
“Nothing,” I breathed. “You just…you look beautiful.”
His mouth twitched. “Not a word I’m used to being called.”
Gathering my courage, I crawled on my hands and knees across the black silk. I felt his body tighten as I bent my head and kissed down his lower abdomen. Down to where his cock rose, hard and leaking at the tip. I licked my lips and let it slide into my mouth. Relishing the familiar curves and thickness of him.
“Fuck,” he said, teeth gritted. “Good girl.”
Glowing from his praise, I let myself slip into the euphoria of pleasing him. Where there was nothing but how his body reacted to my touch.
He kept still, but I felt the faint tremor in his body as I sucked up the hard length of his cock to the round head leaking into my mouth. Winding my tongue around his thick length and licking up to the tip. Cleaning the precum from him and swallowing his salty sweetness.
“I’m so close,” he gritted. “Stop sucking, baby. Get on your back.”
Confused, I obeyed. He was panting lightly, his lids heavy as I slid onto my back before his kneeling body. My silk slip fell back and he saw my soaked pussy, spread and swollen below him and his gaze burned.
“Touch me,” he ordered. “Touch me the way I need it.”
My fingers clenched, gripping the sheets. Our eyes connected and I saw something new in the depths of his gaze—desperation. I lifted my foot, the one with the anklet, and slid it up the underside of his cock. His lids flickered and his eyes rolled back. His jaw went tight.
“Goddamn,” he swore.
I circled the head of his cock once and his hips pumped, a heavy drop of precum slid from him and I caught it before it could hit the bed. Using his wetness, I stroked the top of my foot up and down the underside of his cock. Teasing the sensitive skin until his jaw clenched and his cock twitched with every stroke.
His shoulders tensed and his body went tight. Like he wanted to fight the collar and the ropes keeping him back. A ripple of fear moved through me, heightening the pulse of desire between my thighs.
“Make me come, Liv,” he urged, his voice husky. “Use those perfect little feet, make me come all over your pussy. I want you soaked with my cum before I fuck you until you beg for mercy.”
His cock was so hard I could see the Adonis belt above it quiver and I knew it wouldn’t take long. Fingers still clinging to the sheets, I stroked the arc of my foot up and down, teasing him, urging him to spill himself out onto me. To give me everything.
The muscles in his throat went tight, fighting against the leather. His eyes were dead, cold as a wasteland, but deep inside I saw his desperation. Like a single flame in the darkness. His throat bobbed and his lips pulled back, baring his teeth in a flash of white.
A quiet groan rumbled deep in his chest. The muscles in his upper arms and shoulders seized and his head twitched, spasming as he rolled his neck.
