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"Bronx," I whisper. "What are you doing to me?"
He runs his lips across my forehead and then my eyelids and cheeks before kissing a trail down to my throat. He nuzzles his face in, breathing deeply. "Showing you how good it is between us, Gemma," he murmurs against my skin. "It doesn't matter ifit's rough and filthy or slow and soft, if it's us, it'll always be this fucking good, beautiful."
"I know." I swallow hard. "I know, Bronx."
"Good."
He keeps me close, loving me slowly as we climb the cliff together. Sweet words fall from his lips, praise that brings tears to my eyes. There are so many facets to this man, and every single one is as beautiful as the last. Whether he's bossy and filthy or sweet and tender, he's incredible.
My heart never stood a chance. From the moment I walked through the doors last night, it was his.Iwas his.
"Come, beautiful," he groans, his mouth open against the side of my throat as he rocks his hips against mine. "Fuck, you gotta come."
"Not until you do."
"What'd I tell you, Dilemma?" He nips my skin. "I make the fucking rules in this bed."
"Fuck your rules, Bronx," I whisper, clenching my inner muscles around his length.
He roars, his teeth sinking into my skin.
I cry out in bliss, my core clenching hard as my orgasm looms in front of me, pulled out by the feel of his teeth in my skin and the way he responds as if that one little sentence sets his entire soul ablaze.
He plants his forearms on the bed on each side of me, pounding into me until he lets go with a groan that ripples across the room. I throw my head back, my eyes falling closed as the waves of my orgasm crest, crashing over me in a tsunami of bliss.
I fall backward into them, bound in Bronx's ropes…and tied to him more tightly than ever.
Chapter Eight
Bronx
"Come on, beautiful," Imurmur, lifting Gemma gently from the bed to carry her into the bathroom. I've already stripped the ropes from her and started the tub so she can soak. She sighs, pressing her face against my throat. One arm curls around my neck, anchoring her to me.
My goddamn heart threatens to beat out of my chest again, trying to get to her. Not that it's mine anymore. She's alreadyclaimed the whole damn thing, branding every inch of it with her name. Property of Gemma. Says it right there in fire.
I don't have a single regret. Not one.
I step into the garden tub with her, sinking slowly into the hot water. It'll help ensure she doesn't wake up stiff and sore from the ropes or the sex. I tried to take care with the ropes, not putting her in any positions that would put too much stress on her. But I wasn't careful when I was inside her. I took her hard.
She loved every fucking minute of it. The way she looked at me… Christ, if I live to one thousand, I'll never forget the pure adoration in her eyes. She was made for me. I've never been more certain of anything than I am of that fact. Until yesterday, I didn't believe in soulmates. I didn't believe in love at first sight or the power of the water in this town or any of the bullshit people around here swear by.
I'll never doubt again.
"Mm, bathtime," she sighs, snuggling even deeper into me.
I chuckle, brushing tendrils of hair away from her face. "Good to know you're still awake, Dilemma. I thought you passed out on me."
"Nope. I was just floating."
"Floating, hmm?"
"Yep. Floating."
"Don't float too far. I'd hate for you to float away."
"Okay." She rests her lips against my neck. A second later, I feel the tip of her tongue against my skin.
"You trying to get yourself in trouble?" I ask, palming her ass.
