Sanctuary by Eden Bradley Page B

Devin.”
    â€œWhat? I… What did I do?”
    â€œYou make me lose control. Lose myself. But it’s all good. You’re all good. Jesus.”
    She squirmed a little in his arms, pleased with herself. With his estimation of her.
    He carried her into a bedroom— his bedroom—and laid her down on a low bed with a sleek black lacquer headboard.
    â€œLie still,” he ordered.
    He slid down, spreading her legs as he pulled her to the edge of the bed, where he knelt and immediately lowered his head between her thighs.
    â€œAh, God, Shaye.”
    â€œQuiet, my girl, or I’ll have to gag you.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t!”
    â€œDon’t try me, little Devin. I’m too busy with your beautiful pussy.”
    â€œMmm…”
    He bent and started licking her, his tongue flat against her heated clit. He used his fingers to work inside her, to pinch at her swollen pussy lips, to press inside her once more. And in moments she was coming, writhing, moaning.
    He pulled away from her only to demand, “Again.”
    She knew better than to argue.
    Using hands and tongue and teeth, this time, he had her coming once more in long, shattering surges of pleasure that left her gasping for air.
    He slid on top of her, kissed her throat, her breasts, tugging one nipple between his teeth.
    â€œGot to fuck you again, baby.”
    He leaned over her and pulled a condom from a table beside the bed, slipped it on, and eased his body over hers until he was resting between her thighs.
    Her arms went around him, luxuriating in the weight of his body on hers. He had the softest skin, for a man. She traced her fingertips in small circles over his back, in that vulnerable spot between his shoulder blades, then her nails very lightly, smiling when he shivered. Then he went perfectly still and she stopped.
    â€œShaye?”
    â€œHands over your head, Devin.”
    She did as he asked, and he held both wrists in one of his big hands, held them tight enough to hurt. To make her feel completely overpowered by him. She loved it.
    He plowed right into her, and somehow she was coming again, instantly, her body clenching, her mind spinning, out of control. She went limp as he fucked her, unable to move. Soon he was coming, calling her name. His hands came down to hold her face and he was kissing her again.
    She was breathless, her body soaring. Her heart beating too fast.
    Incredible, the way this man handled her. She’d never felt anything like it in her life. All she knew was that she felt amazing, needy, vulnerable as hell. And she never wanted it to stop.
    It didn’t stop for two long days and nights. Shaye spanked her, took the strap to her, making her count the strokes for him, which made her feel more submissive than ever. He tied her up with rope, gorgeous, complicated knotwork over her naked torso that made her feel decorated. Cherished. Even when he left her tied up there for an hour or more at a time while he went to make business calls in his office. She didn’t understand it. She simply let it happen.
    And when he fucked her, it was the same again: the furious pace of fucking and kissing. And the kissing! It was crazy, the way he kissed her—as if he were going to eat her up with his mouth. That alone made her head spin. Made her soften all over.
    In between they talked, lying in his bed, or sitting on the cool granite counters in his kitchen, which looked like something out of a magazine. They’d order food—Thai or Italian or Cuban, everything rich and gorgeously prepared—and he’d insist on feeding her tidbits from his fork, or with his fingers, tucking the food into her mouth almost tenderly.
    They laughed a lot, and he taught her the wicked humor in BDSM practice. She loved that this was part of his ideas about kink. She loved everything that was happening between them.
    All but the small, nagging voice that kept insisting something must be wrong with her.