Page 62 of Love Without Control

Reaching for one of her hands, I brought it to my mouth, sucking the first two fingers until they were dripping with my saliva. “I’ll allow you to come because you’re going to be a good girl and swallow every drop of me. Now get those fingers between your legs.”

A second later, I was back inside the heat of her mouth, gripping her dark hair as I listened to the sounds of Eden getting herself off. She made the prettiest noises, sweet and drawn out, while I shoved my cock deep.

I couldn't see what she was doing to herself from this angle, so I watched the rise and fall of her shoulder as she worked herself over.

“I’m close,” I warned her. “Don’t make me come yet, baby. I want it to last.”

But of course she didn’t listen, bobbing her head quickly up and down my length and allowing her tongue to wrap around the head on each upstroke. Her name was an oath on my lips as a familiar feeling of elation sizzled along my nerve endings.

“Eden, fuck. I need you to come. Now,” I demanded, and she did, her body trembling beautifully and the vibration of her moans traveling up my cock. My god, it felt so goddamn good.

Gritting my teeth, I held on until she was done, and then, with a voice hoarse with need, I said, “Give me your fingers, baby. I have to taste your pussy while I come.”

Dutifully, she pulled her hand from between her legs, raised it, and allowed me to suck her juices clean. Though I was fantasizing, I could taste her as clearly as if I had my head buried between her legs. She tasted like she always smelled… like sweet honey, rich and raw.

My hand groped blindly for the towel I’d left on the bed, already shuddering out my release by the time I found it and covered my dick. “Shit! Fuck, that’s so good,” I groaned. My knees almost collapsed, and I planted one fist on the mattress to hold myself up.

It took a long while before I was able to slow my breathing and make my way to the bathroom in the hall to clean up. As soon as I was done, I returned to my bedroom, slid on a pair of black boxer briefs, and fell onto the bed like an uprooted tree.

Of course, I’d masturbated hundreds of times before, but never—not once—had my self-induced orgasms been like this. My Eden fantasies exhausted me like I’d been fucking for hours.

Mmm, yes. I’d give my right nut to fuck my wife into the mattress all night long.

That filthy thought was interrupted by a scream that tore through the house and pierced my heart.

“Eden!” I yelled, my legs finding life as I leaped from the bed. Snatching open my bedside drawer, I yanked out my gun and scrambled down the short hallway. I shoved the door open and entered the room, gun first, my eyes searching for the threat. My fingers flipped up the light switch, bathing the room in light.

Eden was thrashing on the bed, but no one was in the room with her. My mind played catch-up, though I wasn’t sure my heart rate would ever return to a normal level. She was having a nightmare, her whimpers punctuated by the occasional scream of pure terror.

“Baby,” I breathed, rushing to her and setting the gun down on her nightstand.

My hands untangled the covers from around her kicking legs as pleas scratched up her throat. “No, please don’t. Pleeeeease!” A million cracks formed in my chest at the sound of her abject fear.

“Eden, wake up, baby. It’s just a nightmare.” I gripped her shoulders, and that was apparently the wrong thing to do because she went feral, bending both knees to her chest and then kicking out, hitting me squarely in the gut. I covered my curse as I stumbled backward a few steps and held my hands up in front of me, a gesture of surrender.

Eden scrambled back against the headboard, her eyes wide open and round now. “Don’t touch me! Don’t!”

“Okay, not touching. I promise,” I assured her through ragged breaths. “It’s me, Eden. It’s Dane.”

“Dane?” She sounded confused and whipped her head back and forth, searching the room for anyone else.

“Yes, it’s Dane. No one else is here. You’re in our house in the Keys, and you’re safe.” Jesus, I wanted nothing more than to run to her and gather her slight body in my arms, but I remained rooted to the floor and kept my voice soft. “You’re safe, sweetheart.”

Eden pulled a pillow against her belly and shrunk into a ball, her gaze still wary as she searched the room once more. “I’m safe,” she repeated, sounding amazed at the thought. Then she looked down at her hands and feet. “The chains are gone.”

Chains? What the actual fuck?“All gone,” I promised her, my heart in a million pieces.

Her eyes lost a bit of focus as she stared across the room. “It was so dark. I couldn’t see anything.” I knew in my gut she wasn’t talking about the lighting in this room but about something that happened to her when she was taken.

With achingly slow steps, I walked toward the bed and picked up her phone, switching on the flashlight app. I wasn’t even sure what the hell I was doing since the overhead lights were already on, but I handed it to her. “It’s not dark anymore.”

Eden clutched the lit phone to the pillow she was still clasping against her torso, and her breathing eased, but her gaze remained fixed on a spot on the wall. “There wasn’t enough air in there.”

Every inch of my body felt an unrelenting rage at the assholes who had done this to her… who had turned this vibrant, beautiful woman into a terrified shell. I wished I had magical powers so I could bring them back to life and kill them again, much more slowly this time. Piece by tiny fucking piece.

Keeping my eyes on Eden, I walked backward, removing the security bar from the sliding door and pulling it open.

“There’s lots of air out here. Do you want to sit on the veranda?” I was way out of my depth here, but this seemed like the right thing to do. Maybe.

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