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I pressed my lips together at the thought of all the years of pain and heartache we’d all endured.
But we were here now, and I couldn’t have planned a better story myself.
Chapter 44
Willow
Days flew by, and so did the weeks.
Our family and friends left last week, and we resumed our honeymoon leaving the harbor and sailing the seas. Cape Horn was next on the map and so far it had been smooth sailing. According to Royce, who’d been monitoring weather patterns obsessively, it looked like we’d have to take over from autopilot soon, and consider disembarking before the sea became too violent.
Bottom line, if I wanted to get laid, tonight was the night.
I caught a final glance at the mirror, at the sex goddess in a see-through emerald babydoll lingerie staring back at me, and I made my way out of the bathroom. Royce was laid out in nothing but his sweats, his upper torso on full display as he scrolled on his iPad.
I watched him with longing, the need to touch him equating that of breathing.
“Hello, handsome.”
He looked up from his iPad and his gaze burned like an open flame as I closed the distance between us.
“What are you up to, baby?”
I smiled innocently, pressing a knee on the bed, then crawling my way to him. My lips brushed against his jaw and his muscles pulled taut.
“Are you tired, Mr. Ashford?” I rasped against his skin.
“Willow, you need to rest and recover.” His voice was rough against my skin.
“I’m rested and recovered,” I assured him, the storm in his eyes reflecting his internal conflict. I kissed my way up his jaw to the corner of his mouth. “I ache for you.”
A shudder rolled through him and our mouths met in a passionate, hungry kiss. I wanted him feral.
Dominant.
As if he could taste my desire, he ordered in a low, husky voice, “Reach out and put your hands together.” I scrambled to follow his order. “Like you’re praying.”
“Will you be my priest?” I teased, doing as instructed, a throbbing ache in my core anticipating what he had in store for me.
He produced a silky tie from the bedside table and fastened it around my wrists. My eyes flew to his, full of questions and lust.
“Patience is a virtue,” he drawled lazily while I knelt there, bared and vulnerable to him, but I’d never felt safer. Moisture pooled between my thighs, slicking my skin.
“Easy for you to say,” I retorted dryly, my tone breathless. “Meanwhile I’m over here wondering if you’re going to whip me or fuck me.”
“Why not both,” he said with a devilish smile. “Now slide off the bed.” I was on my feet before he could finish the sentence. One of his hands lowered between my thighs, gliding it over my drenched core. “Your pussy doesn’t seem to mind the idea.”
I burned hotter with each passing second, my thighs clenching greedily for more of whatever he had in store for me. Itdidn’t matter that I was his toy, completely at his mercy, because Royce always delivered.
He always took care of me, even before we became lovers. It was my turn to give him anything he wanted. The submission. The release. The oblivion.
“Test the binding.” His fingers kept teasing my clit, and a moan bubbled in my throat at the delicious friction. “I want to make sure they’re not uncomfortable.”
I attempted to pull my wrists apart, but there was no discomfort, only silk brushing against my flesh.
“They’re good,” I breathed.
He took my wrists, leading me over to the four-poster bed. Everything from the black oak to the crimson sheets screamed carnal pleasure.
