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It had to be over an hour later when he finally pulled his mouth from me and moved up my body. I swallowed back the little sob caught in my throat and found his eyes in the dark.
“Merrick,” I whispered.
His gentle, lean fingers slid up and cradled my head. The pad of his thumb ran over my cheek.
“You’re alright, cariad,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
His cock brushed the entrance of my sex. My hips spasmed, a deep shudder moving through me. God, no, there was no way I could take him now.
“Merrick,” I begged.
His cobalt eyes were black in the shadows, but I saw every bit of his emotion in them. Fully vulnerable, wide, fixed on me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.
“You’re such a good girl,” he soothed, dragging himself over my tingling pussy. He applied light pressure, working the very tip into me.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped.
“That’s my girl. Just breathe through it.”
Could I?
He didn’t give me time to think it over because the thick head of his cock pushed past my tight entrance and slid into me. My inner muscles spasmed and twitched, gripping the pure, silky heat filling every inch of me.
My nails pierced his back and a whimper slipped out.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
Our eyes locked again, less than an inch apart.
“Trust me?”
I nodded, throat dry.
“I’m yours, cariad,” he said, sliding the rest of the way into me. “You were made for me. Made to take me, made to love me.”
He didn’t just fuck me, he melded with me until the lean warmth of his body fused with mine. He thrust slow and deep and whispered the dirtiest, sweetest things into my neck. When he couldn’t hold out any longer, he bent me over the edge of the bed and finished deep inside my hips.
When I woke the next morning, he was facedown and there were deep red nail marks I barely remembered making down his back.
I shifted, wincing slightly at the little ache between my thighs, and pushed myself up. My body was sticky, wrapped in the tangled sheet. The bottle of lube had fallen to the floor and was seeping into the carpet.
I jumped up and scooped it up, grimacing. Merrick wouldn’t be happy with the mess.
He rustled and I spun, lube slipping down my wrist.
His eye cracked open and he rolled onto his side.
“Uh oh,” I whispered. “I don’t know which one of us did this, but it spilled all over the floor.”
A smile flickered over his face.
“Come here,” he said huskily. “Fuck it, who cares.”
My heart pattered as I dumped the lube into the sink and washed my hands. As I dried them, I noticed there was a little bag on the sink with a bit of chain poking out. Frowning, I unzipped it and gasped as a pair of metal handcuffs slipped out.
Oh, I hadn’t known Merrick was into that sort of thing. Feeling guilty and flustered, I pushed them back into the bag and pulled the zipper shut. Then I put a towel over it, like I hadn’t noticed anything.
When I returned, he had propped himself up against the headboard. The sheet trailed over his lap, barely covering his cock.
