Page 66 of Five Days to Be Mine

I pick up the pace even more, heat searing my skin with the need I have for her.

“Mara!” I yell out her name as I explode inside her.

I release into the condom, making circles on her back, as I catch my breath.

Under me, she’s all pretty, a flush across her back. I lean down and lift her hair, kissing her nape.

“You made me lose control, princess.”

“Good.” Mara smiles slyly, the dimples showing in her cheek.

I go for her mouth and miss, catching her nose.

Mara laughs.

I dislodge from her warmth. “I’ll get you back, princess.”

“That sounds like fun.” Mara grins.

I dispose of the condom, wash my hands and come back to her.

“Room change, come on.” I guide her from the couch, but I can't help palming her breasts, slanting my lips hard against hers.

She laughs, grabbing me around the waist. “I can’t walk like this!”

“We can try,” I say, and then I bump into the armchair.

Mara laughs so hard her face turns red. She’s adorable, I kiss her forehead.

I want to bottle the sound of her laughter and use it to chase all of my demons away.

“Wrong, Sir.”

“I did mention pay back, right?” I grin, pulling her close to me. I drape an arm around her shoulders and this is how we walk into the bedroom.

When I first moved into this apartment, I thought all of it was over the top, like the floor motion lighting but now I've never been more grateful for it as the soft white light comes on as we step to the bedroom.

“Get up here,” I tell her, patting the bed.

She climbs on and I have to kiss her. So I take her chin between my thumb and index finger and lift her mouth to mine. I kiss her with all the admiration I feel for her. I kiss her so hard I know my lips are going to bruise before I let her go.

“Going to grab something.”

“One day you’re going to have to show me the toy box.”

“But then I won't be able to surprise you,” I call from my walk-in closet.

From the drawer, I take out a new toy, giving it a quick wipe with a toy cleaner.

I set it aside and pull out another drawer and take out a Wartenburg wheel.

I like to collect toys.

Grabbing what I need, I turn to see Mara posed on the bed, with her knees under her, like a goddess, her curly hair messed up, the flush still on her face, all naked and all mine.

“Have you ever played with a Wartenburg wheel?” Keeping the wheel part against my palm, I drag the handle slowly along her collarbone, up along the slides of her neck.

She grabs my arm, exhaling softly. “I’m game.”

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