reached out to take a strand of her hair,
rubbing the wet mass along his cheek, making her want him to take her in his
arms.
“I need more than that,” she argued, the seduction in his
voice making her tremble as it always did.
“I have given you more than that.” He sighed and stroked her
hair once more. “You have seen both sides of me. I have offered you all of
myself, and if you had not shown up today so unexpectedly I would have
confessed and explained everything.”
“So why did you deceive me in the first place?” Sakura still
wasn’t nearly ready to forgive, but she had decided not to hire an assassin.
“You needed to have a choice. To like me or not, both as Bakushi and as Ian. And I needed to see your true personality when you were not bound
in submission. I have no desire to boss you around all the time.” He gave her a
tired smile. “I like you when you are impertinent and inquisitive.”
“And Ty? What was that about? Why did you want him to
practice on me?”
“The same reason you accepted. He needed to know he could
still give a woman pleasure. He has suffered much, and I wanted to offer my
assistance.”
“You should have asked me first.”
His spine stiffened and he ground his teeth together. “As
your Bakushi it is my right to offer you to anyone I choose. But I will
agree to let you make the final decision if the situation ever comes up again.”
“What about love? Do you love me…will you ever love me?” She
still wasn’t ready to give herself over to a man and a lifestyle that didn’t
include love. It wasn’t in her nature to settle for second best, and this was
too important to make any kind of compromise.
He finally managed a half-formed smile. “I cannot imagine my
life without you, my beautiful gift of cherry blossoms. If this is love, then I
am so new to the emotion I don’t truly understand the sentiment. But I will
honor you with all my heart and body and soul if you consent to be my wife.
Come, keisei , and let me hold you. I have wanted to do this for a very
long time.”
With a sigh of contentment, Sakura flung herself into his
arms and he hugged her so hard against his chest she thought they would melt
together into one…until she heard him sigh in dissatisfaction.
“What now?” she demanded, pulling back to glare at his
scowl.
“Your hair, keisei . I really do need to brush it into
submission.”
Sakura laughed and jumped to fetch the brush, kneeling at
his feet while he tamed the soggy mess. Then he ordered her to take off her
robe and threw her on the bed. But this time there was no rope in sight as he
made her scream and beg him for more, and he held her close as she fell asleep
in his arms, his heart now beating in perfect sync with hers.
About Gia Dawn
Gia Dawn has loved reading romance since she was a girl. She
started with Harlequins in her early teens—sneaking them into church because
the sermons were so long, much to the chagrin of her grandmother. She decided
to write her first book after she graduated from college—which, of course,
never made it past chapter three.
Then she discovered erotic romance and a whole new world of
writing opened up. She has several titles already published, and is thrilled to
be bringing new works to Ellora’s Cave!
Her big brush with fame is that she graduated from college with
Woody Harrelson, and one day wants to write a book he could actually star
in—although it will probably have to be titled “Fifty Shades Greyest” by then.
Gia welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website
and email addresses on her author
bio page at www.ellorascave.com .
Tell Us What You Think
We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You
can email the author directly or you can email us at [email protected] (when contacting Customer Service, be sure to state the book title and author).
Also by Gia Dawn
Red
Masks 1:A Taste of Winter
Red
Masks 2: Master of
rubbing the wet mass along his cheek, making her want him to take her in his
arms.
“I need more than that,” she argued, the seduction in his
voice making her tremble as it always did.
“I have given you more than that.” He sighed and stroked her
hair once more. “You have seen both sides of me. I have offered you all of
myself, and if you had not shown up today so unexpectedly I would have
confessed and explained everything.”
“So why did you deceive me in the first place?” Sakura still
wasn’t nearly ready to forgive, but she had decided not to hire an assassin.
“You needed to have a choice. To like me or not, both as Bakushi and as Ian. And I needed to see your true personality when you were not bound
in submission. I have no desire to boss you around all the time.” He gave her a
tired smile. “I like you when you are impertinent and inquisitive.”
“And Ty? What was that about? Why did you want him to
practice on me?”
“The same reason you accepted. He needed to know he could
still give a woman pleasure. He has suffered much, and I wanted to offer my
assistance.”
“You should have asked me first.”
His spine stiffened and he ground his teeth together. “As
your Bakushi it is my right to offer you to anyone I choose. But I will
agree to let you make the final decision if the situation ever comes up again.”
“What about love? Do you love me…will you ever love me?” She
still wasn’t ready to give herself over to a man and a lifestyle that didn’t
include love. It wasn’t in her nature to settle for second best, and this was
too important to make any kind of compromise.
He finally managed a half-formed smile. “I cannot imagine my
life without you, my beautiful gift of cherry blossoms. If this is love, then I
am so new to the emotion I don’t truly understand the sentiment. But I will
honor you with all my heart and body and soul if you consent to be my wife.
Come, keisei , and let me hold you. I have wanted to do this for a very
long time.”
With a sigh of contentment, Sakura flung herself into his
arms and he hugged her so hard against his chest she thought they would melt
together into one…until she heard him sigh in dissatisfaction.
“What now?” she demanded, pulling back to glare at his
scowl.
“Your hair, keisei . I really do need to brush it into
submission.”
Sakura laughed and jumped to fetch the brush, kneeling at
his feet while he tamed the soggy mess. Then he ordered her to take off her
robe and threw her on the bed. But this time there was no rope in sight as he
made her scream and beg him for more, and he held her close as she fell asleep
in his arms, his heart now beating in perfect sync with hers.
About Gia Dawn
Gia Dawn has loved reading romance since she was a girl. She
started with Harlequins in her early teens—sneaking them into church because
the sermons were so long, much to the chagrin of her grandmother. She decided
to write her first book after she graduated from college—which, of course,
never made it past chapter three.
Then she discovered erotic romance and a whole new world of
writing opened up. She has several titles already published, and is thrilled to
be bringing new works to Ellora’s Cave!
Her big brush with fame is that she graduated from college with
Woody Harrelson, and one day wants to write a book he could actually star
in—although it will probably have to be titled “Fifty Shades Greyest” by then.
Gia welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website
and email addresses on her author
bio page at www.ellorascave.com .
Tell Us What You Think
We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You
can email the author directly or you can email us at [email protected] (when contacting Customer Service, be sure to state the book title and author).
Also by Gia Dawn
Red
Masks 1:A Taste of Winter
Red
Masks 2: Master of
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