Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I lick my lips. “You know what I want.”
Now that Logan has returned to America, we don’t have to worry about disrupting his rest with our lovemaking. I don’t know how he managed to survive that gunshot wound, but he pulled through with the help of Brandon’s private physician.
Just like I did. My shoulder has finally healed. I’m more than ready to be with him again after long months of cautious caresses.
And now, we’re safe. We don’t have to worry about anyone assaulting the manor ever again. No one will disturb our perfect happily-ever-after.
Brandon made sure Logan and I stayed in the safe room every time he left the estate to hunt his surviving enemies. He didn’t give me the details of what he did to them, but he’s assured me that the situation is handled for good.
He’ll never have to kill again, and neither will I.
He captures my lips in a fierce kiss. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
I nod. “I want you to mark me. I’m yours.”
His euphoric grin hits me like a beam of summer sunlight, warming me all the way down to my toes. “You make me the happiest man in the world.”
He traces the curve of my hip, stroking my naked body as he cuddles me close in our bed. I languor in his kiss for a long while, but I start getting impatient.
I press my finger to his lips to stop him. “We can kiss more after.”
“Alright,” he agrees. “But this won’t be quick. You’ll have to wait a while.”
“Does it take a long time? I’ve never gotten a tattoo before.”
“I’m going to make sure it feels good for you.” He brushes my hair back from my brow. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You said you know what you’re doing.” I caress my own face where it’s inked into his forearm. “You did some of these yourself, didn’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m going to make sure you experience more pleasure than pain when I brand you with my name.”
“I trust you,” I promise.
“You don’t know what that means to me.”
There was a time when I thought I’d never be able to trust him again.
Quite a few times, actually. As I worked through all the layers of his deception, the extent of his lies rocked me to my core.
But we’ve healed from that now. He was ready to sacrifice his life for mine. And I would’ve done the same for him.
“You earned my trust,” I assure him.
He kisses my forehead. “I’ll never betray it again. I’ll never lie to you, I swear.”
“I believe you.”
He won’t risk pushing me away with further duplicity. I’m confident that we’ll have complete honesty from now on.
“Give me your wrists.” It’s a gentle command, and I comply without hesitation.
He reaches into the nightstand drawer and retrieves a pair of supple leather cuffs. For a moment, the terrible memory of being suspended from my wrists in the warehouse flashes across my mind, and I can’t help flinching.
He strokes my hair. “I’ve got you. You’re safe. Can you handle this?”
I lift my chin. “I don’t want what happened to change anything between us. I won’t let them take this from us.”
His lips curve in a proud smile. “That’s my brave girl.”
He carefully buckles the cuffs around my wrists, watching me intently for further signs of fear. “Say the word, and I’ll release you immediately.”
I look up into his blue eyes. “I want to change my safe word.”
He cocks a brow. He doesn’t know that I chose blue as my safe word because his eyes haunted me for the years that separated us.
There’s no darkness associated with their gorgeous hue anymore. I never want to stop looking into them, so it doesn’t make sense as my safe word for everything to stop anymore.
“What do you prefer?” he prompts.
I take a moment to consider. “Is a simple no enough for you?”
“More than enough,” he agrees.
We can still engage in our kinky games, but our connection is deeper than roleplay now. I can communicate with him naturally; I can say anything to him, share any secret.
He’ll accept me. He’ll honor my wishes.
He will never violate me.
Drawing my arms above my head, he secures the cuffs with short chains that he bolted into the bedposts for this exact purpose.
He knows what I like. Our perversions are a perfect match.
I tip my head back, seeking his mouth on mine.
He shoots me a slightly cruel grin and presses his finger to my lips. “No more kissing, remember? Wait.”
I pout. “Tease.”
“You love it.”
“I think that cocky smile is even more unbearable than your arrogant smirk,” I observe coolly.
“You make me crazy. The least I can do is return the favor.”
I huff, but I can’t quite manage to smother a pleased smile of my own.
He takes several minutes to toy with my breasts, massaging them and circling my taut nipples with featherlight touches. I arch into him with a frustrated whine.