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Withanticipatorybreaths.

As much as I know I’m going to hate not being able to touch him, I also like the thrill of it.

He’s always protecting me, isn’t he?

He’s always trying to keep me from harm even though he knows very well that I can take care of myself. Well, now I’m going to be really helpless.

I’m going to be really trapped, with my hands tied up and caged under his big muscular body.

I can’t wait for him to take care of me then.

Ican’t waitto see how he protects me then. How he grows frantic with his need to keep me safe.

That alone is making me all wet.

It’s making my pussy all drippy.

Plus the fact that he looks so sexy, taking that belt off. He looks so… commanding and dominating and such a deliciously frightening figure when he wraps that belt around his veiny forearm the way he wraps my braid.

My lips part. My bare tits jiggle with my breaths.

When he growls, “Arms up.”

I don’t know how I do it but I lift my arms, body arching up, my spine bowing. And when his eyes flash and his muscles shudder with my surrender, I don’t know how I manage to not jump up and seek his mouth for a kiss.

He comes down at me, moving like a warm shadow like he always does, and loops the belt around my wrists, the leather feeling all kinds of hot and soft and supple. Erotic.

Just like his hard and smooth body over me.

Three loops, no, four.

Before he has a tight grip.

Tight enough that I won’t get free, that I won’t get the use of my hands back.

Good.

All helpless and flushed, me.

All dominating and protective, him.

When he’s done, he looks into my eyes. “Keep ’em there.”

I nod, speechless.

But my eyes are doing the talking.

My eyes are wide and unblinking and staring up at him with all the love.

Which he does hear like he always hears me.

“JesusChrist,” he growls, his brows furrowed and angry. “Stop fucking talking.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Then stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t. I love you.”


Tags: Saffron A. Kent St. Mary's Rebels Romance