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Nobody has ever touched or spoken to me the way he does, reverent and impassioned, as if he couldn’t breathe without me. As if I’m the one thing he’s always been missing. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to pull him closer to me, convinced that the barest amount of pressure will set me off.

“Pants. I need you to take off my pants.” My voice is unrecognizable, breathy and full of need as the pressure steadily building between my thighs becomes unbearable. “I need you inside of me.”

“You’re going to have to be patient, Em,” he says even as his fingers make quick work of unbuttoning my jeans.

“I’ve gone to bed every night since finding out you lived around the corner, picturing you in my bed.

I fall asleep imagining all the ways I could make you come.

Now that you’re here? I’m going to take my time.

I want to spend all night watching you fall apart time and time again and I need to know that you want that too. ”

His words set off shock waves in my body that I feel all the way down to my toes. The promise of the man hovering above me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I’ll never experience it again.

“Yes. I want that.” My limbs fall heavy in surrender as the control I usually feel melts into the sheets beneath me. “I need that.”

The words have barely left my mouth before my pants are off, and he’s standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes slowly traveling the length of my body wearing nothing but lace.

“Fucking hell,” he growls, the final tendrils of control slipping through his fingers. “You have no idea how beautiful you are. Inside and out, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” My heart spasms alongside my core, feelings and passion colliding in ways I never knew possible. “Though maybe we could even things out a little bit and you could take off your shirt too?”

His shirt hits the floor, and he’s back on top of me in a flash.

It’s like he’s stepped straight from a magazine cover into bed with me.

I run my hands across the hard ridges of his abs, reveling in the feel of his smooth, tan skin soft beneath my fingers until he grabs my arms and pulls them high above my head.

“You can play later,” he assures me. “But now it’s my turn.”

He pushes up on his knees and pulls off the belt I didn’t even know he was wearing. The thrill of realizing his pants are going to join mine on the floor quickly turns to confusion as the leather winds around my wrists.

“Is this okay?” he asks gently, the heavy rise and fall of his chest the only indication that he’s just as worked up as I am. “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

I’ve never done anything like this before, and I take a minute to think about it. The leather is still loose around my wrists and I know he’d stop the second I asked him to.

“Yes,” I say, before repeating the sentiment from earlier in the night, a new meaning behind my words. “I said I trusted you and I meant it.”

His mouth drops to mine, fast and hard before tightening the belt and securing it to the slatted headboard behind me.

I pull at the restraints, testing to see if they’ll hold and moaning when the belt bites into my sensitive skin.

I push my legs together, almost ashamed by how turned on I am…

embarrassed by the wetness growing between my legs.

“Oh no.” His rough hands glide down the insides of my legs and force them apart before he drops his head between the apex of my thighs. “No more hiding from me, Emerson. I’m going to explore every single inch of you.”

He pulls the thin lace separating us between his teeth and slips a finger inside of me without ever breaking eye contact.

“Don’t look away.” He bites the inside of my thigh when I throw my head back.

He removes his finger and I miss it instantly.

“You’re going to watch me as I eat you from the front”—his tongue swirls around my clit before his hands palm my ass and he lifts me in the air—“to back.” I stare, dumbstruck, as he drags his mouth across my opening and down to my ass.

I never thought I would like anything that feels so wrong, so forbidden, but my body doesn’t agree. I begin to tremble under his touch, nearly coming apart at the seams.

“Oh yeah. You like that, don’t you?” He rips off my panties, flinging them across the room before his fingers are back inside of me, curling at just the right spot. “Fuck, Em. You’re so wet.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. Only moans as his mouth latches on to my clit, biting and sucking until my body is slicked with sweat. And right when I think I can take no more, he pulls his fingers away and slips one into the place that has never been explored.

The sudden jolt of pleasure pushes me over the edge, and it’s like a bomb detonates inside of me.

Shocks of electricity shoot from my skin, and my back arches so high off of the bed, I feel like I’m levitating.

I scream out, the sound bouncing off the bare walls of his bedroom, ensconcing us in an echo chamber of pleasure.

“Luke.” I gasp out his name as I try to catch my breath. “I can’t.”

“You can,” he murmurs against my core, and the vibrations only add to the rapidly building crescendo. “And you will.”

He lowers his mouth back down, licking my arousal while that forbidden finger works me from behind.

Without warning, a second, impossibly more intense orgasm tears through me.

I dissolve into a puddle of nothingness as stars explode behind my eyes and my head swims. The world falls out of focus, and I try to remember who and where I am.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as I come to. “That was…” I try to think of anything that could encompass what that was, but my words trail off when I realize there’s no word in the English language that could even come close to describing it.

“Yeah.” Luke’s weight rests on top of my body before his mouth takes mine, my taste still on his tongue. “That was.”

“I need you inside of me.” My hands are still tied above my head, so I pull him closer with my legs. The feel of his zipper pushed against me nearly makes me come for a third time. “Please.”

I’ll whine, plead, or beg. I’ve waited months, and I’m ready to do whatever’s necessary to feel him inside of me again. Luckily for me though, he’s just as ready as I am.

He rolls to the side of the bed and opens the bedside table to grab a condom.

He stands up and unbuttons his pants, allowing them to fall to the ground and his erection to spring free.

My memory didn’t do it justice. It’s bigger than I remember, thicker too.

A bead of pre-cum drips from the head, and I lick my lips, wanting to taste him as much as I want him between my legs.

“Next time.” He reads my mind as he rolls the condom down his thick shaft. “When I come this time, it’s not going to be in your mouth. We’ll save that for later.”

My nipples harden and my mouth waters. The control this man has over my body should be concerning, but it’s not. It’s fucking exhilarating.

“I wish I could take this slow.” He crawls back over to me, and my insides clench as he lines up his cock with my opening. “But I don’t think I can.”

“I don’t want you to. I need you to lose control.” I tell him the god’s honest truth. “I want you to get lost in me the same way I’m lost in you.”

“Then you haven’t been paying attention.” He leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’ve been lost in you since the second I watched you step off of that elevator all those months ago.”

But I don’t have the time to let those monumental words sink into my brain, because instead, Luke sinks into me.

All of my air leaves me in a single whoosh as he thrusts inside of me.

His pace is relentless. He drives into me time and time again until my toes start to curl and the all too familiar pressure begins to build again.

My insides clench around him and I close my eyes, ready to fall apart all over again when all of a sudden, he’s gone.

He grabs me by the hips and flips me over, slamming back into me from behind before I can comprehend what’s going on.

One strong arm wraps around me, holding my back to his front while his other hand makes quick work of finding the sensitive button between my legs.

He doesn’t slow down, his mouth at my ear whispering words I can’t hear over my moans and the sound of our skin slapping together.

Then, just when I think I can’t take anymore, he thrusts in as hard as he can, filling me to the hilt and simultaneously pinching my swollen clit.

He groans his release and at the same time my body convulses as electricity explodes from every last nerve ending in my body.

Blood rushes through my ears, drowning out the sounds of my cries until my body goes limp.

Gently, he turns me around, laying me on my back while he unwraps the belt from my wrists. He pulls my arms down, massaging my shoulders and peppering kisses across the marks the belt left behind.

“Wow.” My breathing finally calms, and the room comes back into focus. “How was it better than the first time?”

I didn’t think anything could ever top the first time.

“Because.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him. “When it comes to you and me, Em, things are only going to get better. You just have to give me a chance.”

I shouldn’t believe him; it sounds much too good to be true.

But even if this is another lesson I have to learn the hard way, I won’t mind. Because I have a feeling that letting him ruin me might be the best thing that ever happens to me.

“Okay.” I touch my lips to his. It’s quick and sweet, the opposite of everything we just did. “I’ll give you a chance under one condition.”

“Anything.” His eyes go soft, and the lines beside them deepen. “What is it?”

“You have to promise—” I let my words linger, and my hand makes its way between his legs. “That next time I get to tie you up.”

“Oh yeah.” His raspy laughter fills the room, and he pulls me on top of him. “That’s a promise I can most definitely fulfill.”

And then, because he’s a man of his word, he does exactly that.