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We’re two fools trying to deny that we’re falling in love. That I’m falling into this lifestyle. That she’s capable of caring about only one woman. Oh, God, here it comes now, beating down into me, her breaths faster.

My heart racing. Her groans containing a vulnerable whine that only I have ever heard.

I wish I could embrace her, but I understand why she has me chained up like this. She couldn’t trust me in our scene. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t trust me with her heart.

“Do you want me, love?” Ira almost sounds doubtful. As if I couldn’t want her by this point. “Do you want to feel me like that inside of you again?”

I accept her kisses, her tongue keeping me from answering for more than a few seconds. “Yes,” I whisper when I have use of my mouth again. “Always.”

There’s no way to know what I signed up for. I don’t care. Ira’s taking me, getting ready to claim me once and for all as her sub.

It feels so right. I feel so right.

“Shit!” The third hard orgasm of the night erupts from me. My body knows what it wants. It wants her. All of her.

“Ira!” Frenzy takes over me, and although I can’t move, I can claim her like she claims me. If I don’t let go, if I keep her inside of me forever, then we never have to be apart again. We could have a moment like this for the rest of our lives.

No, it’s not possible, but my brain doesn’t know that. Why would it?

She continues to push into me, although her breaths are so famished that I fear I’m going to lose her before we both get what we want.

My worries were in vain. Not one second later, Ira pushes down into me, sitting up, grabbing my spread legs and pounding into me at a tremendous speed that shows the kind of skill she has accumulated since we first futilely tried to hook up. I don’t know where this strength and energy comes from. All I know is that she wants me that badly.

I close my eyes and wait. Oh, God. Oh, God.

The way she clenches my hips. The way she surges into me. The way she worships my body. The way she climaxes with her whole physique, as if having an orgasm with me is the greatest thing to ever happen.

The way we make love.

I scream. In joy, in pain, in threatening agony because my body desperately needs this to end but is afraid to let it go.

There’s this one second. One quick, biting second in which I truly feel like we’re one.

I don’t even know what’s happening beneath my waist. I’m more focused on the peak in her voice and the look of undeniable pleasure on her face. Oh, Ira. You can be vulnerable too.

As she comes down from her high, easing her thrusts and letting me land back on the bed, I realize something very dangerous.

I love her.

Chapter 42

Ira

First thing I do is unchain her legs. Then I unhook her hands, watching her flex her fingers and bring both fists to her chest. Then I remove her collar, tossing it onto the nightstand and using that movement as an excuse to curl up next to her and leave a kiss on her throat.

She doesn’t say anything. I don’t blame her. She went through a full scene with me, and she did it beautifully – minus that one hiccup. But if I were going to pick any roadblock in a scene with someone like Katie, it would be watching her lose her mind in that capacity.

I came close to it as well.

Fuck, I’m spent. All I want to do is drag her into my arms and go to sleep with my nose in her sweet-smelling hair, but she needs aftercare with a scene like that. As soon as I have the strength, I kiss her, lightly, reaching into the nightstand to find the lotion that’s perfect for the marks I left on her ass and thighs.

“Call me your darling,” she mumbles into my chest, my fingers working the lotion into her skin. “Call me anything.”

My senses are returning to me, not that I want them to. However, now I can give her the due attention she deserves, and then some.

“Love.”

I don’t know why I picked that word. Yet I whisper it into her ear, letting my teeth and tongue tease her earlobe as I fantasize about what we’ll do in the future. This is only the beginning, Katie. You did well and will tell you as much.