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Emma Lia Grant
My God,Tristan was insatiable last night and then again this morning. But not in the way that Iexpected.
I was wrong about what I need tonight. I want to connect with you. Bind you to me. Not bring you pain.Those were not the words or actions I anticipated when I saw the agony on his face after learning the truth about his mother and herbrother.
He has tied me down multiple times. His doing that didn’t frightenme.
He applied the nipple clamps much tighter than ever before, and I wasn’tfrightened.
He restricted my legs with the spreader bar and blindfolded me, and still, I wasn’tfrightened.
I was prepared with open arms for whatever deviant acts he was about to inflict upon me. I was ready to go as far as he wanted to take me. But then calm replaced the frenzy within him, and his demeanorchanged.
And that frightenedme.
Tristan became different in the blink of an eye. Something happened inside of him last night. Something significant. He was one man when he tied my wrists to the bed and another when he removed the blindfold from my eyes. I can’t identify the change, but I’m certain of one thing: last night, Tristan Broussard becamemine.
It’s wonderful and terrifying at the sametime.
I don’t know for sure how many times that we’ve made love since arriving at the hotel suite. There were at least three times, maybe four, during the night when I drifted off to sleep only to be awakened by his moving inside me. Same asnow.
Closing my eyes, I focus on the movement of his body inside me, on the way his breathing changes as the penetration deepens, on the way his body fuses with mine to become one. This man is my world, my everything, and I want him so much that I ache from the need I have forhim.
His grip tightens on my shoulders, holding me in place, when his body shudders inside mine. “Oh… bebelle…uhh.”
Doll.I once detested his calling me that, but now I relish it. The word soaks through my skin and muscles and bones and penetrates my heart, causing it to swell every time I hear it come from hislips.
Because I lovehim.
His body hovers above mine, his weight supported on his arms, and he stares into my eyes. I feel like there’s something he wants to say, as though the words are on the tip of his tongue, but nothing leaves hismouth.
I reach up and touch the unruly spike on top of his head. It’s sexy and very different from his usual groomed, side-parted hairstyle. “You have a roostercomb.”
“I should with my amazingcock.”
I giggle and tug on his spike. “How are you thismorning?”
He smiles and wiggles his softening cock inside me. “Thoroughly drained. Can’t youtell?”
“Waking to have sex every other hour will do that to you, but I think you know that’s not what Imean.”
He groans and pulls out of me, rolling to his back to lie beside me. I turn with him to my side and a small gush of cum is expelled from between mythighs.
“Don’t shove this under the rug, Tristan. Talk to me aboutit.”
His hand moves to his head, pushing his fingers into the top of his unruly hair. “I don’t want to talk aboutit.”
“It isn’t healthy to keep your feelings bottled upinside.”
He stares at the ceiling, saying nothing. And that hurts more than I care toadmit.
“You told me at the beginning of our relationship that I would eventually place all of my trust in you, and there’d be nothing that I couldn’t tell you. You said that our relationship wouldn’t be like anything I’ve ever experienced, and you were right. We are everything that you promised and so much more. But I need you to place all of your trust in me too. I don’t want there to be anything that you can’t tellme.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and I take his resting hand in mine, lacing our fingers together. “Trust me the way that I trust you,Tristan.”
His hand tightens around mine. “She must have hated me. How could she not when she looked at me and saw the living, breathing proof of herrape?”
