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She was so limp in the cuffs, he had to hold her up with a knee between her thighs so he could attempt to get the cuffs off her, but then he decided he loved the way they looked, and instead unclipped the carabiners holding them to the chains, leaving the thick leather encircling her wrists.

Mine.

Yes.

She nearly fell into his arms, and he half-carried her to the spanking bench. He helped her bend over it and slid her lace panties off before he placed her knees on the leg rests. Thenhe unzipped, and unable to wait even one moment longer, he plunged his hard cock into her.

Lord, her pussy was so hot, like heated velvet clasping his shaft. Grabbing the back of her hair and pulling as he dug his fingers into her scalp, he drew his hips back and slammed into her.

“Mmm, Logan, yesss,” she hissed between panting breaths.

He fucked her hard, savagely, needing to get out everything he’d kept pent up for so many years. The need to command her. To take her over. To make her his in a way he hadn’t felt for too long.

He knew he was hurting her, but he needed it. Needed to make them bothfeelon this intense level.

Soon the pressure built, pleasure like an electric current between them making his balls pull up tight. As he fought to keep himself from coming, she began to shiver, her cunt clenching his dick so damn hard, over and over, milking it. He spurted into her, pleasure crashing down around him, blurring his vision as he plowed into her sweet body.

“Fuck, baby!” he yelled.

He couldn’t seem to stop coming. And when he did—or, it felt as if it were winding down, anyway—all he could do was collapse against her, murmuring her name over and over.

“Rubi. Baby. My Rubi.”

CHAPTER 5

Rubi had to force herself out of dreamland; she’d slept so deeply. She blinked, then opened her eyes and turned to look at her sleeping husband.

He was so damn handsome; she’d never gotten over that. His strong jaw, now rugged with stubble. His mouth that was more lush and beautiful to her than any man’s had a right to be. His long, dark lashes as they rested against his cheekbones. The small cleft in his chin.

God, she loved this man. She’d loved him for nearly her entire adult life. And this morning, she felt that sense of absolute luck once more, that the universe had found a way to put them together all those years ago. That he wanted so much to be with her now, to find their way back to each other.

Tears stung her eyes, but there was no sadness. No, for the first time in a long while, it was because her mind, her body, were surging with hope. Because she felt so utterly connected to him.

Logan.

Even running his name through her mind gave her a small thrill, just as it had early in their relationship.

How had they forgotten?

She wanted more than anything to curl into his side and cuddle up with him, so much it was a physical ache. But knowing he was probably as worn out from their activities the night before as she was, she didn’t want to risk waking him.

She sighed and turned onto her back, but as soon as she did, his hand was wrapping around her waist and pulling her to him.

“Morning, baby.”

“Good morning,” she said, happily snuggled against him.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m good. So good.”

“Are you sore at all?”

“Mmm, yes, I think? But not in a bad way. In that really wonderful way I used to be.”

“And sub drop?”

“None.”

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