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“That’s it. Come for me.”

Tension grows until tingles form in my lower back and radiate through my body. I’m so close but can’t push myself over the edge. Frustration builds under my skin, making my movements jerky.

Matthias drops his mouth to my ear, his breath heating the sensitive skin. “Kiss me.”

I twist my head toward him and gasp when his palm presses against my clit at the same time his mouth captures mine, sending my orgasm crashing over me in waves. He doesn’t remove his fingers until he’s wrung out every ounce of my pleasure.

His mouth leaves mine, and I gasp in my breaths, having no idea when the last time I’d taken in a lungful of air. Breathing was the last thing I cared about.

Matthias moves from behind me, and I immediately miss his closeness. I need him back more than I care to admit.

His arms are around me, lifting me from the tub and helping me stand on the mat in front of him. He takes his time drying me off with a large fluffy towel, and all I can do is stare as this man, who’d always been a dark presence in my life, takes gentle care of me.

I follow a rivulet down his pecks, then follow it as it trails between the corded muscles of his abs. I swallow hard, needing more than just his touch.

His entire body jerks when I run my thumb over the tip, smearing his precum. His dark gaze narrow on mine when I lift my hand to my mouth and suck his taste off before fisting his cock and stroking it in the same rhythm he fucked my pussy. His eyes are hot on mine as his hips buck into my fist. He’s so large I have to add a second hand. It doesn’t take long for him to come all over my hands.

Matthias growls, dropping his forehead to mine, and takes several breaths before saying, “I always knew you’d be the ruin of me.”

I huff out a breath and clean myself with my towel. “If one of us is going to be ruined, it’s me.”

He pulls back, gripping my jaw hard between his thumb and forefinger. “Listen to me, Little Sparrow. You could never be ruined.” He strokes my cheek until I nod, then sweeps me off my feet, carrying me to the bed.

Chapter 38

Scarlet

I blink awaythe sleep as I wake. Matthias’s deep brown eyes are already on mine, his face lying on the bed so we’re facing each other. All the feelings that rose inside me yesterday, the acceptance, love, understanding, are mirrored back at me. The late-morning light is soft, like a halo around him, and the way he’s looking at me, like I’m his reason for breathing, has my heart twisting in my chest.

He gives me a sleepy smile, dark hair ruffled from my fingers. He reaches over, callused thumb grazing my temple as he pushes my hair behind my ear. “Good morning, wife.”

“Morning.” I turn into the pillow as my cheeks flush, and a slow smile curls my lips.

He leans in, stealing a kiss from the corner of my mouth. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you. I’ve dreamed about this day countless times over the years. Each time, waking up felt like a punishment.” He kisses my jaw, pressing his forehead to my temple. “I was worried if I went to sleep, I’d wake up and none of this would be real.”

“Was handcuffing me a part of your dreams?” I lean into his chest, tucking my head against his shoulder.

“Sometimes.”

Everything about him at this moment screams that he loves me. That he really has been waiting all this time. From the way his fingers stroke my hair, to the way his voice is soft and low, even while teasing. It’s like he doesn’t want anything to break this moment, and it’s sending warmth flooding through my heart. So many things about us shouldn’t make sense, but I’m starting to realize there’s nothing I’d let tear us apart. Somehow, this man who everyone else fears is everything I need.

He runs his knuckle along my knee. “Are you sore?”

I wince when I shift around, pain in my lower back and between my thighs. “A little.”

“I’m sorry. I tried to be gentle. You just felt so fucking good.” There’s real concern in his eyes, and I stop him with a touch.

I face him, a smile taking over. “I never expected you to be such a sweet talker.”

He buries his face in my shoulder and kisses his way to my ear, sending shivers rolling through me. “It’s not sweet-talking if it’s true.”

I trail my fingers up his bare back, loving the way his muscles flex under my touch. This big, powerful man is all mine. I trace the lines of his pecs and down his abs until his stomach concaves at my touch, making room for me to go lower.

He captures my hand, stopping me. “I have something for you.”

“What?” All I need is right in front of me, but he pulls away before I can say anything, reaching over to his dresser.

He’s hiding something in his palm when he turns back, and a light flush creeps up his neck before coloring his cheeks. His eyes search mine, holding my gaze until it’s hard to take my next breath.

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