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He was coming…for me.

I went to reach for him, but his steps didn’t slow, and he hauled me into his arms like I didn’t weigh a thing. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs tight around him as I reached for the back of his neck, almost losing my grip on his shirt when our mouths collided in a fiery kiss.

With my eyes slammed shut and Lucien holding me, he took off for some destination unknown. But I didn’t care where that was, as long as I was with him.

And as long as he kept his hands on me and no one else.

25

KAI

ADOOR SLAMMED shut behind us, but I was too lost in Lucien’s kiss to know where he’d taken us. All I knew was that it was silent except for a soft crackling sound I couldn’t place.

With my body still wrapped tightly around Lucien, he backed me up against the door, his cock growing hard against me as he devoured my mouth. I met every lick and suck of his tongue, not even caring how desperate for him I seemed. It hadn’t even mattered that he’d been in a scene with someone else, not when he’d put that performance on just for me. Everyone there had to know him, and yetIwas the one he wanted.

It was a potent feeling.

We were both breathing hard when we pulled back, taking big gasps of air. My eyes opened to a large room, again in all black but with cream-colored candles lit all around us, which was the crackling sound I’d heard. It was beautiful in a sexy, sinful kind of way, and as Lucien helped lower my legs to the floor, I took it all in. The most surprising thing in the room was the bed, and that was only because it felt too normal to be in a place like this. The other things, like the flogging horse from the main area, seemed more in line with the wild side of a sexclub, but as I eyed the wall of what looked like different torture devices, I shivered.

I just wasn’t sure if that reaction was more from being curious or nerves that Lucien might use those things on me.

“Floggers,” he said, pointing out the row of different colors and sizes of handles with long leather tails, and then the rows above it. “Paddles…cuffs…canes…blindfolds…nipple clamps.”

When my eyes went wide at the last one, he let out a low chuckle.

“All of these are about sensation. What turns you on and makes you feel good. Does anything catch your interest?”

I ran my fingers over the tails of the flogger, the feel not what I expected. They seemed like they would almost tickle, unless they were wielded in a more forceful way.

“Maybe these,” I said, before moving on. The paddles were definitely not my speed, at least not tonight. “The blindfolds.” I nodded at where they hung, too high for me to reach.

Lucien took one from the wall, along with a pair of leather cuffs that I pointed out.

I liked when he restrained me. When I gave him total control over my body and wasn’t able to do anything about it when he drew my pleasure out past the breaking point.

My eyes shifted over the glimmering candles around the room and then back to the sexy-as-sin man watching my every move.

“Are these to set the mood?”

“Sometimes.” Lucien put the items he held on the end of the bed, then walked over to one of the candelabras and took a long, tapered candle from its holder. “And sometimes it can be used to…enhance a partner’s experience.”

As the flame flickered, nerves fluttered in the pit of my stomach. “Fire?”

“Not in this case,” he said, stopping in front of me. “I was thinking more the wax.”

“Oh…” My eyes shifted to the clear liquid around the base of the wick.

“Here, hold out your arm for me. Let me show you.”

“I—”

“Do you trust me?” Lucien said, and my answer was automatic.

“Yes.”

“And you remember your safe word?”

“Monaco.”

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