Page 168 of A Story of Love

Fast flexed his softening cock one last time, earning a soft grunt. “Before you fall asleep you need to remove these bloody things.” He rattled his chains. “I want to hold you.”

She grumbled but heaved herself up and crawled up his body, dragging her belly and then her mons into over his face in the process. Fast laughed and caught the skin just above her thatch of curls with his teeth as she fumbled with the manacles.

“Fast!” she squawked when he bit her.

He released her and licked the reddened skin, using his newly freed hand to pull her closer and tongued her navel.

She shook with laughter as she released his other hand and then tried to wiggle free. “Let me get your ankles.”

He reluctantly let her go.

Once she had liberated him, she stretched out alongside him. “I must look a fright,” she said, shoving her hair from her eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he said, carding his fingers into the wild tangle and gently stroking it off her forehead.

“So do you,” she said, mirroring his actions. “It has become quite long—past your shoulders.”

“Shall I cut it short?”

“No,” she said instantly. “I like it long. It looks…rakish.”

He laughed. “I should certainly cut it as I am no longer a rake.”

“You are my rake.”

He leaned in and claimed a kiss. “Such sweet words out of my evil wife! Who would have expected it? So, did you enjoy having me at your mercy?”

She cocked her head and looked thoughtful. “I enjoyed the novelty of it, but I would rather your hands be free. You are so skilled with them.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I like to have the use of my hands, too. I think tonight, after dinner, I will tie you to the bed.” He relished the heat that flared in her eyes.

“And will you beat me with one of those?” She pointed to an especially vicious looking cat o’ nine tails.

“I should do after you were just so cruel and naughty to me.” He smiled when her lips parted in shock. “In all seriousness, sweetheart, I would never do anything you did not like.”

“Would you like it?”

“Would I like using it on you or having it used on me?”

“Oh,” she said, nonplussed. “I never even thought about doing that to you.”

He chuckled. “Good, because I do not enjoy pain, nor do I derive sexual satisfaction from causing it.”

“I do not think I would like it, either,” she said after a moment.

Fast kissed the tip of her nose. “I hope you will always make me aware of your likes and dislikes, Lorelei. You needn’t feel shy about anything that arouses you. Or anything you think might arouse me.” He slid a hand around her head and caressed the taut cords at the base of her neck. “I want to drive you wild with pleasure.”

“I want to do the same.”

“Finally, something we can agree on.”

She laughed. “Surely there must be more than one thing?”

“There is—we both love your book.”

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Lori was so pleased by his words that she was flustered. “I—I didn’t want to ask if you liked it,” she admitted after a moment. She had given Fast her copy of Briarly to read a few days before. “I didn’t even know if you had read it.”