I hum contentedly, melting into him.
Soren’s hands settle on my hips. “So I’m allowed to sit on you now, huh?”
I laugh softly. “You can try, but I might not survive it.”
He grunts his version of a laugh and rests his forehead against mine, voice dropping to a whisper only I can hear. “I’m so fucking glad you made it off that boat, Christopher.”
The words hit me harder than I expect. I frown, emotions flooding through me all at once. I know Soren only brings it up when he’s feeling emotional, or worried, or when the memory creeps up on him and he hates what happened to me.
I pull back just enough to cup his face with both hands. “Don’t think about that,” I whisper, stroking my thumbs over his cheeks. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.”
Soren nods, eyes softening, holding me tighter. “Let’s go to bed.”
I grin. “It’s not even ten yet.”
He shrugs, already standing up with me still wrapped around his waist. “We’ve been doing this all day, baby. I’ve got what I wanted. Now I want to fuck it and go to sleep.”
I laugh, half-embarrassed, half-delighted. “Charming. Does ‘it’ get a say?”
Soren starts walking, carrying me easily toward the house. “I thinkitwill soon change its mind.”
I grin and wrap my legs tighter around him. “Are we not saying bye to anyone?”
“They either live here or are sleeping here tonight anyway,” he says. “We can see them in the morning.”
“Fair enough,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Take me to bed.”
Soren growls low in his throat and leans in to bite at my bottom lip, possessive and hungry.
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We barely make it through the bedroom door before Soren sets me down on my feet. He turns and closes it with a firm click; the sound echoing like a final declaration that the rest of the world is now shut out.
Then he moves back toward me, eyes locked on mine like a predator who’s finally cornered his prey. My heart kicks hard in my chest. He stops right in front of me, towering, and lifts my left hand. His thumb brushes over the sleek black wedding band on my ring finger. Withoutbreaking eye contact, he brings my hand to his mouth and slowly, seductively sucks my ring finger between his lips. I shiver hard. The wet heat of his tongue slides over the band and my skin, possessive and filthy. He holds my gaze the entire time, sucking gently, deliberately, like he’s worshipping the symbol of what we just promised each other.
When he finally releases my finger with a soft pop, he quietly commands, “Younevertake this off. You die with this on.”
I feel dizzy with want. “Only if you do the same,” I whisper, voice shaky.
Soren nods once, something fierce and satisfied flashing in his eyes. Then he grabs my face with both hands and crashes his mouth against mine. The kiss is messy, desperate, and hungry. Tongues sliding, teeth nipping, breaths mingling. His hands are already working at the buttons of my shirt while mine fumble with his, yanking at fabric, popping buttons, nearly tearing cloth in our rush to get closer. We’re panting into each other’s mouths, groaning softly when skin finally touches skin.
His hands shove my shirt off my shoulders, and I tug his jacket down his arms, both of us frantic and uncoordinated in the best way. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly in my life.
His hands are everywhere, possessive and greedy, until I push him back toward the bed with more confidence than I’ve ever felt in my life. Soren’s eyes aredark, almost black with want, watching me like I’m the only thing that exists.
I reach into my nightstand drawer and pull out the black silk sleep mask. A wicked little grin spreads across my face as I step behind him.
Soren groans low in his throat the second the cool silk touches his skin, the sound full of anticipation and a hint of surprise. “Kit…”
“Shh,” I whisper, tying it securely over his eyes.
I guide him backward until his legs hit the edge of the bed, then push him down gently so he’s lying in the middle of our massive king-sized bed. His beautiful, tattooed, muscled body is sprawled out for me… naked, hard, and completely at my mercy. The sight makes my mouth water. But I’m not done pushing his buttons tonight. I walk back to the drawer and pull out the leather cuffs. Soren’s head turns slightly, tracking the sound even though he can’t see.
“Christopher,” he growls, a warning edge in his voice.
He loves control, loves touching me. But tonight, I want him to feel what it’s like to give it up.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his hips, settling my weight on him. His cock twitches hard against my ass as I slowly take one of his wrists. I fasten the cuff around it with deliberate care, then stretch his arm up and secure it to the headboard. I do the same with the other wrist, taking my time, letting my fingers brush over his skin, teasing him.
