Page 77 of Spike

Now he wasoffering to honor my privacy by allowing me to close the shower curtain beforehe came in to deliver me wine.

This man wasperfect.

“Come on in,” Isaid.

The door openedand he bit out, “Fuck me.”

I craned my neckwith a smile. “Oops.”

“Not fair, Trix.”

I rose to my feet,the wine obviously emboldening me, and I reached for a towel. “I’m done beingpious, Spike. Do you love me?”

“With every fiberof my being.”

“I love you, too,”I said, wrapping the towel around myself. “I’m ready.”

Spike helped meout of the tub, then he slid his hand to my neck and pulled me in for a gentlekiss. “We’re gonna go slow, baby, but if you want to stop at any time, you tellme and we’ll stop.”

“What if we’re,like, in the middle?”

“Then we’ll stop.”He stroked my cheek. “At any point, if you feel pain or discomfort, you tellme, got it?”

I blushed and gavehim a nod. “Got it.”

Taking my hand, heled me into my bedroom, and closed the drapes before removing his kutte andshirt and closing the distance between us. I shivered as I settled my palmagainst his chest, running a finger between his pecs, tracing the tattoo of theBurning Saints logo with a sword through the skull. He was lithe and sinewy andso incredibly gorgeous.

“I have no ideawhat to do,” I admitted. “I mean, I know what to do, technically, but I… oh,pooh, I don’t know what the heck I’m saying.”

Spike cupped myface and smiled. “Baby, you’re fine. I know what to do and you’re just gonnafollow my lead. There is nothing you can do that’s wrong, okay?”

“Oh, I’m prettysure there are things I can do that are wrong.”

“Don’t bite mydick off, but other than that, we’re good.”

I slid my hands tohis waist. “No biting. Got it.”

“I didn’t say nobiting, baby. Just don’t bite my dick off.”

“Ooh, kinky.” Icocked my head. “Are we ready for kinky?”

“We’re ready forwhatever you’re ready for, Trixie.”

I bit my lip.“Don’t bite dick off. Got it.” I squared my shoulders. “Okay, I’m ready.”

He chuckled.“Remember, we can stop anytime you want to.”

“I don’t want tostop,” I huffed out. “I just want to not feel guilty about sinning.”

“You’re notsinning.”

“How do youfigure?”

“Because I’m gonnamake an honest woman outta you. Plus, look at it like we’re doin’ thisbiblically. We’re fuckin’ first, then we’ll have the ceremony later. That’s howthey used to do it, right?”

I met his eyes andgrinned. “Why, yes, yes they did.”

“You gonna marryme?”

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