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“There, that should be long enough.” Light cast from the
flames moved across his face. He seemed like a sex god brought to her by sheer
magic. Doing as he asked, she flipped to her stomach. He didn’t allow for much
room. Her arms were crossed above her head and her ass thrust into the air. He
would be responsible for movement, in complete control of pace, depth and intensity.
Fresh cream flooded her core and her heart raced.

Tearing plastic startled her. Craning her neck, she
investigated. Justin kneeled proud and erect behind her. His cock reached for
her, seeming to have a mind of its own. The package containing her tushy teaser
was empty and the little pink toy rested in his palm. Concentration furrowed
his forehead. Her inner walls clenched with need.

After he applied the lube to her puckered entrance, his
focus returned to the rest of her waiting frame. His gaze raked over her body,
branding her as his. She smiled when his erection seemed to swell with
appreciation. Moisture dotted the tip, signaling his eagerness.

Moving behind her, he positioned himself at the entrance.
Her juices coated his tip, begging for him to push forward. Her nails dug into
her palms and she bit her lip.

“Please fuck me.” She pushed back on him, trying to fulfill
her desire.

Smack
. His hand stayed where it fell. “Don’t move.”

At a pace she thought would drive her to madness, he entered
her, inch by torturous inch.

Groaning, he praised her. “You’re so tight. The way your
cunt squeezes my cock feels—so—good.” He punctuated the last word with a heady
thrust. Tightening her inner walls, she drew another curse past his lips.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Her heart hammered in her chest and her head was dizzy with
lust. Then she felt a new erotic sensation. The toy was prodding at her rear.
Panting, she waited. He withdrew and instantly she felt the loss. In unison
with the toy, he pushed into her. Fisting the sheets, she cried out.

“Oh God.”

More. She wanted more. Her cry seemed to signal the start of
a more brutal pace. He began to thrust in and out, each time angling his hips
to hit the special spot inside her. Lightning-like sensation shot through her
body, bringing her to the edge but not over. He played her body, the sound of
their flesh joining part of a sexual chorus. Using his free hand, he found her
clit and began to strum.

There
. She fell over the precipice for the second
time that night.

* * * * *

Primal satisfaction roared in his chest. His woman was
trembling beneath him. His balls were tight and throbbed with his oncoming
release. As soon as he entered her, satisfaction hummed through his
pleasure-wrung body. The knowledge he possessed her in a way like never before
drove his feverish lust to a sharp peak.

Mine.
Her body was flushed, marked by his lovemaking.
Increasing his speed, he buried himself as deep as he could and, with her name
on his lips, spilled inside her.

He wanted to collapse. His muscles twitched under his skin.
All of his strength left him while he finished. After removing the toy, he
cleaned it and her. Mindful of her bindings, he released her before falling
beside her. He tucked her against the side of his body. Perfect.

“That was amazing,” she purred.

His still-semi-hard cock twitched but he fought the urge to
rekindle their sex. She needed to know everything was okay. That he enjoyed—no,
reveled—in the trust she gave him. She was his to control, to use, to satisfy.
The power was heady. He would have to be careful not to get drunk on it.

“How do you feel?”

“Amazing.” She turned enough for him to see her kilowatt
smile. “But next time, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“God, woman, are you trying to kill me?” Laughter shook her
body. Love spread in his chest for the woman in his arms. The woman he wanted
to spend the rest of his life with. The air felt cool on his bare skin. The
smell of sex and scented candles filled the air. This was what he wanted.

“Mmm—I’m sleepy,” she mumbled. “Thank you for understanding
and forgiving me.”

He burrowed his nose into the crook of her neck, taking in
the sweet smell of her skin. “There’s nothing to forgive but do not lie to me
again. If there is something you need or want to try, tell me.”

“Okay, I can do that.” She nodded.

“Good.”

The soft sound of her snoring tickled his ear. He lifted her
head, careful not to disturb her, and crept into the bathroom. His image in the
mirror jarred him. He looked wild, unkempt. Wide, dilated eyes and disheveled
hair added to his untamed look.

He hadn’t been completely honest to her about the depth of
his upset. It bothered him that she lied. What else could she have been keeping
from him for nine years?

Doubt plagued his mind. Shaking his head in a futile attempt
to rid himself of his disturbing thoughts, he sauntered over to the shower and
turned the nozzle as hot as it would go.

Steam billowed from under the spray and the air felt hot and
sticky. His skin smelled of her. To think his angel was a devil just like him.
If she couldn’t save him, then what was he to do? There were secrets from
before her, things he needed to tell her. But he never felt it was the right
time. He wasn’t that person anymore. But tonight proved otherwise. He reveled in
the kink she wanted. He wanted to get her to do more.

Raking his hand down his face, he pushed away his thoughts.
She wasn’t ready for what he had to offer, for what some would consider sick
and twisted. She was an angel just visiting hell and he was the devil, master
and corrupter of souls. Was his Eva strong enough? There was one way to find
out.

Closing his eyes, he could picture her sleeping contently,
her body still flushed from the pleasure he brought to her. What the hell was
he doing, worrying about tomorrow when the woman he cherished was asleep and
warm in their bed?

He finished quickly and made sure he was completely dry. He
smiled to himself—she hated it when he got into bed wet from showering. Careful
not to disturb her, he slipped beneath the covers and folded himself around her
body to the point where he could barely tell them apart. Burying his face in
her hair, he drew her scent into his nose and relaxed. This was his wife, the
woman he was lucky enough to consider his. If she was brave enough to share her
desires with him then he could do the same. That’s what love was, unconditional
and without judgment.

An inner voice spoke of doubt and rejection. What if he was
wrong? Would she leave him? Reflexively his body held her tighter. Anything to
keep her from leaving him. Seeming to sense his turmoil, she snuggled in
closer, as if to tell him she loved him. He scolded himself for even thinking
she was so petty. Eva was better than that.

She saved him, his angel. It was decided. He would continue to
let her explore her desires and see how far they took her. Maybe she wanted the
same thing? She just didn’t know it yet.

He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “I love you,
angel. I will always be here for you no matter what.”

The corner of her mouth lifted to form what seemed like a
secret smile. God, he loved this woman.

Debra Smith is from the Colorado Mountains. Living with
chaos in her everyday life, she escapes for mere moments a day to worlds full
of possibilities where fulfilled desires are just a typed word away. She finds
inspiration everywhere but especially from some of her more steamy dreams. She
loves the way being an author and reader opens you up to all sorts of delicious
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