Page 11 of Midnight Salvation

He glared at me, his expression telling me that he wanted to argue.

I pushed his shoulders until he let me roll him onto his back. My hands slid down to rest on his stomach and I deliberately ground my hips into his until his head fell back.

“The day you married me you left every woman you’d ever had sex with behind,” I said. “We promised ourselves to each other and I took on the role of every woman you’d ever wanted. What happens behind our bedroom door belongs only to us, Ash.If you need to make love, great. If you need to tie me up and spank me, fine.” I leaned closer until our breaths combined. “If you release your demons for a while, I’ll let mine free to play with them. Just because I was a virgin, doesn’t mean that I didn’t have fantasises.”

He pushed my hair over my shoulder, his hand continuing down to caress my breast. “What are your fantasises?”

His cock began to thicken again inside me. I bit into my bottom lip and ground against him again.

“I used to love to read some of the faerytale retellings. Maybe the beast was a man who held Belle in that castle against her will until she learned to accept him. What if Cinderella didn’t fall in love with Prince Charming, but his dark and twisted brother who stole the shoe and her heart?”

His hips thrust up and I moaned.

“Snow White?” I continued. “She had a sordid affair with the huntsman who chained her in his cabin and made her submit to him.”

Ash’s thumbs trailed over my nipples. I arched my spine and clamped my muscles around his throbbing cock.

“What are your fantasises?” I asked, my emotions starting to spiral out of control.

His lips twitched. “I’m beginning to start to appreciate faerytales,” he commented dryly. “I’m sure our patrons would love the twists.”

I leaned down, our bodies pressing together. “I looked at all those images when I started to design a sensual line of jewellery, and all I could think about was you and me in those poses,” I confessed. “I wanted to be one of those women losing herself to sensation, handing over her pleasure to the man she trusts with her body.”

His eyes darkened to that cobalt blue that said he was aroused. The way his cock throbbed inside me reinforced that.

“You shouldn’t offer that to a man like me.”

I kissed him, my lips offering him everything as I rotated my pelvis. “You’re the only man I want to offer that to.”

“Fuck!”

I sat up and stared down at him. “I don’t care what you need, Ash. You get it all from me. Understand?”

“Yeah, Angel, I understand. Just as long as you know that my moods can go very dark at times.”

“Then show me the way, Ash. Wherever you go, I follow.”

His lips tipped up in a grin that made my stomach clench. “Since you’re feeling a little naughty, why don’t we mix things up a little bit.”

He lifted me off him and I felt empty after his bruising pounding earlier. I held my breath when he covered my eyes with one of his silk ties. Then he used the curtain ties to tie my hands to the end of the bed at my wrists. Ash helped me into a pair of high stilettoes.

I wobbled since all my sense of balance seemed to be connected to my eyes and I was completely lacking right now.

“Bend over, Angel.”

Tentatively I bent at my waist. Right now I hung in a precarious place, teetering on my heels and tied to the bed.

His hands soothed my thighs, his fingers finding my clit to make me squirm. “Relax.”

Part of me was terrified, but the other part of me was quivering with excitement. “No anal,” I muttered.

His chuckle rippled over my back as he pressed a kiss to the bottom of my back. “Not tonight, you’re not stretched enough.”

Not ever—I’d heard Catarina’s horror stories about anal sex. There was nothing appealing about having a huge cock stuck up your ass. If it required that much lubrication, then it should be scored off my experimentation list.

I was so busy debating the downside of anal sex in my head that I completely missed the clues from behind me. Ash surged in and my mouth opened in a squeak. Shit, even though we’d already had sex, at this angle he was freaking enormous in me, and I wobbled on my heels.

“Focus, Angel.” His fingertip trailed down my spine. “It’s all about control and sensation. When you lose one sense, then the others become more acute.”

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