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“Because I know you. There has to be more between you and your lovers than mutual attraction. At the least, there would have to be friendship.”

“What do we have, Ashur?”

He gripped my waist and then ran his palm up my ribcage, thumbing my nipple through my dress. “What’s between us puts everything either of us had before to shame. We are as complicated as it gets, full of entanglements, need, and a binding history. There’s a word for it, but you’re too scared to admit it.”

I kept quiet. Admitting he was right would only cause more pain for us in the end.

“Now, Tara. Take off your clothes so I can fuck you so hard that with every step you take tomorrow you’ll feel the twinge of how I imprinted myself onto your body.”

Without thought, I reached behind me to open my dress. But before I could grasp the zipper, Ashur’s hand caught mine, taking control and lowering it himself.

I took in a deep breath as the corseted dress gave way, allowing my lungs to expand to their fullest capacity.

“Step out.”

I followed his command and then reached down to take off my shoes, when he said, “Leave on the heels. I want to fuck you with the red stilettos on.”

Goosebumps prickled my skin.

“Now the rest.”

I nodded, unclasping my bra, letting it fall to the ground, and then shimmying out of my underwear.

“Brace your hands on the bed.”

Setting my palms flat on the duvet, I focused on the decorative pillows sitting along the headboard. Butterflies fluttered deep in the pit of my stomach, and a low throbbing of arousal grew stronger with each second.

The sound of a drawer opening and shutting reached my ears and then a tube of lubricant was dropped near the fingers of my right hand.

Goosebumps prickled my skin and my breathing became a bit shallow.

I knew what this meant. He was the only one who’d ever fucked me there. I’d confessed this to him during our honeymoon. And now he was ready to assert his claim on me, to remind me I’d only ever allowed him the pleasure.

“Since you became my wife, I’ve taken your cunt, your mouth, your breast, but I have yet to take you here.” His fingers glided along the cleft of my ass cheeks. “Tonight, I want it all.”

He pressed against my back, telling me without words to lower my head to the bed. Following his unspoken directive, I rested my forehead against my folded arms and positioned my ass into the air. My legs instinctively separated to keep my balance. Thank goodness for the height my heels gave me, or this wouldn’t have been a comfortable position to maintain.

Why was I so okay with this…this bossiness…this hunger he had to claim me?

Because you want to be his.

When we were younger, this was all about learning each other’s bodies, about giving each other something neither of us had experienced. We’d bumbled through the awkwardness and found pleasure after experimenting for a time.

Tonight was completely different. Ashur knew exactly what to do and I…well, I may not have had the experiences I could only assume Ashur had but I knew what to expect. The discomfort, the fullness, and the pleasure.

I jumped a fraction as a warm hand grabbed my ankle and hot breath skimmed up the length of my calf. Ashur kissed, licked, and nipped at my skin, paying extra attention to the area behind my knee. The fingers of his free hand followed the same path as his mouth on my other leg.

The sensation sent shivers down my spine and straight to my clit and nipples. A rush of air left my lungs. This slow perusal of my body was not something I expected from him, especially with the volatility that had been radiating from him when I entered the room.

This man confused the hell out of me.

When Ashur’s exploration led to the lower curve of my bottom, he bit one cheek. I yelped but found myself liking the sting. Heat bloomed deep inside me, causing my folds to grow damp and swollen.

His finger pulled my cheeks apart, exposing my slick pussy and the tight rosette of my ass. He tongued all the way from my clitoral nub to the hole he would claim tonight, moving back and forth, creating a heady mix of sensation I could only describe as forbidden ecstasy.

My legs began to shake as an orgasm crept its way into my throbbing pussy. I bit my lip as a moan escaped, and threw my head back, waiting for the pleasure to course through me. Except it didn’t come.

I released a frustrated breath, lifting my head to glare at him over my shoulder. He locked his amber eyes with mine as his lips tugged up at the corners.

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