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Ella-Ashley
My heart is going to jump out of my chest. Or maybe it already has. I look behind me, almost expecting to see a red, little organ run down the hall on small legs.
Gulping, I blink and go dizzy.
Am I really doing this? I brace myself, tightening my fingers around Hendryk’s. Yes, it appears that I am.
The memory of what happened before I got here is blurry. But I remember following him, clearly staying closer than I should have because he picked up on that someone was right behind him. He just doesn’t know that it was me.
If he knew, he’d tell me to get out of his place and leave him alone. My hand hardens around his and he grins, pleased and unassuming as he leads me into his bedroom like a pet to his own slaughter.
There are no doors in his apartment, just doorways and it gives his crib a feeling of space. The walls are made out of red bricks and wooden beams crisscross in the ceiling.
It’s nothing but plain, simple masculinity.
And the windows are huge. Anyone can look inside. I know I’ve wanted to do that, but I had to draw the line somewhere. Which is totally hypocritical, because here I am in his apartment about to do something I didn’t think I had in me.
My eyes bounce to his bed and it takes up most of the room. The sheets are plain, white cotton and there’s a steel ladder in the corner stocked with his favorite book series. Air easily circulates through his room but I still struggle to breathe properly.
Hendryk turns around, stroking my hair away from my face. ”I’m really happy you came,” he rasps, ”all on your own.”
His mouth widens in a smile, his eyes sparkling and he cups the back of my neck before substantially bending down. I pant when his lips lock over mine, soft and easy breezy. He scoops me up in a big hug, lifting me from the ground so that he doesn’t have to bend over so much.
My legs dangle, my body relaxing against his and I limply hang in his arms while our tongues introduce themselves. Hendryk’s not in a hurry, he explores me leisurely and with a laziness as if he as all the time in the world. The kiss is a proper one this time, life-changing and unforgettable. This is what I was made for.
When he pulls back, his eyes are hooded but thrillingly surprised. ”You taste like I thought you would,” he rasps, ”only better.”
”Take your clothes off,” I whisper, feeling my face heat. ”S…strip.”
He raises his brows but lets me go. ”Ay ay, captain,” he replies with a low chuckle, quickly taking off his button-down shirt, his slacks and white boxers.
I clasp a hand over my mouth, trying not to ogle. Without clothes, he looks even bigger. Mightier. His skin is a healthy pale, his muscles swelling and straining as if they’re about to snap. He has them everywhere, his abs, his thighs, his calves and his chest is wide enough to be used as a raft in times of crisis.
We exchange heated, lost looks before he reaches out to undress me but I jump a step back.
”Lay down on the bed,” I pant, ”p…please.” My hormones flutter, adrenaline rushing and I feel prickles up and down my legs.
He doesn’t protest, turning his back to me and I get a good view of his rump. It too is muscular and his back is nothing but dimples and dips. Watching me from the corner of his eye, Hendryk crawls into bed, leaning back on the pillows. I stand in the corner, still fully dressed.
Against the crease-free, white sheets he reminds me of a marble statue and once more I get hit with a sense of inadequacy. My nails curl into my palm. Hewillbe mine. I don’t care what anybody says. I’m going to make sure that our future is shared, our bond established for the rest of our lives.
”Strip,” Hendryk says, excitement tinging his voice and he’s repeating my words back to me but I shake my head. ”Now now, I’m not going to be the only one in the nude…”
”I’ll join you, but first I want you to close your eyes,” I say, pivoting to the bed as if it’s a war zone. Hendryk gives me a long glance but closes his eyes. Beige lashes cast shadows over his wide cheekbones. ”A…and give me your hands.”
He gives them over, blindly trusting me. He doesn’t flinch, not even when I take out handcuffs from my purse and clip them around his wrists. His eyes flash open, right when I tie him to the bed.
I’ve got him.
Gasping in horror, I take a step back. I really did it, I really caught him. And I don’t know whether to jump around from glee or curl up in a corner from shame. He calmly lays there, not understanding the gravity of the situation.
”This is kinky,” he blinks at me, enjoying this more than he should. ”I was thinking we could just stick to good old lovemaking, but if you insist.…”
He’s so innocent. So trusting. And I feel like the worst person in the world. There’s nothing kinky about this. He’s got it all wrong. This is forbidden, illegal even.
”Are the cuffs tight?” I breathe and he tugs at them.
