Page 10 of Angel's Flight

Florence

“I’ve always wonderedhow a country can function when the entire population sleeps half the afternoon,” Erik remarked as he peered through the slats of the shutters.He liked this style of window: able to let in the light from the sky, but also maintain the privacy of, say, a hideous man who wanted to look out at the world and not frighten anyone on the street.

“Can you blame them, in this heat?”Christine sighed, slipping her arms around Erik’s waist and resting her head affectionately against his back.He let out a long sigh, the tension leaving him with his breath as he savored her easy, gentle affection.

“Not really.It’s miserable,” Erik replied.“Maybe we should have gone to Sweden instead.”

“You’d hate the summers there.It’s light until past ten o’clock, and then the sun rises at four in the morning.”Her voice was warm, like the sun itself.“There would be no night for you to run away into.Now that I say it, maybe you’re right.”

“I'm sorry.I’ve just been restless lately.”It was a half-truth, the only kind he could tell her that wouldn’t trouble her.

“At least you made a friend,” Christine offered, and Erik scoffed.

“You’re really making me go to this supper?”

“Yes, and I won’t let you escape before then.”Christine turned him around to face her.She looked at him with soft, gentle eyes, an expression that still awed him when it was bestowed on his unmasked face.“Until then, we should do as the locals do and rest.Come to bed.”

It was an enticing prospect, Erik had to admit.His wife (how remarkable that he could call her that) was in nothing but her chemise, her dress, petticoats, and corset discarded hours ago.He could make out the curves of her body through the linen and her skin was glowing with warmth.

“How can you be sure I won’t run off again?Sleep is hard in the heat if one isn’t relaxed,” he said, flirtatious, and a spark kindled in Christine’s eyes.

“Then I simply won’t allow you to move,” she replied with a cool composure.

Erik followed her to the bedroom in their little rented flat with the obedience of one in a trance.The room was cooler, with only a few bars of sunlight sneaking in through the shutters to paint the stucco walls.Their bed, with its wrought-iron frame, was still unmade, and the nest of linen sheets met them with a whoosh of air as Christine pulled him down into an embrace.

Gods, what a wonder it still was to kiss her.What a joy it was to taste her lips and savor her tongue as it darted against his.He surrendered to her as easily as ever, letting her strip off his shirt and caress his scarred skin.He followed her eagerly as she scooted upwards, right to the center of the bed, and pulled him into her arms and between her legs.He liked it there.

He liked it as well when she surprised him and flipped their positions so that she straddled his hips, drawing back to show her sly, dangerous expression as she began to undo his belt.He did not simply like it when she took control like this.He loved it.He made sure she knew, twisting his hips beneath her so she could feel his hardness growing.

“Not yet,” Christine chided, his belt sliding free.

“But you’re right here,” he argued cheekily, sweeping his hands up her thigh and under the chemise to grip her round, perfect hips.He ground his cock against her, winning a jolt of pleasure before she seized his arms and pushed them away.

“You’re impatient and defiant,” Christine purred, taking him by the wrists.“Even after running from me in the night.I shall have to teach you a lesson.”

The words only made Erik harder, as did the careful pressure of her hands on his wrists, forcing his arms above his head.His eyes fell closed as Christine pressed her body ever so softly against him, from his groin to his chest.The fleeting pleasure made the feel of his belt looping his wrists come like an electric shock.

Erik’s eyes flew open in time to see his wife smirk triumphantly as she lashed his bound hands to the bed frame, trapping him.To be constrained like this was always something that had filled him with terror, and now he felt his heart beating from dread as well as with desire.

Darkness edged on his thoughts.The same suffocating fear that had seized him back atSanta Croce...

“Breathe, my love,” Christine commanded.

He did.He tested the strength of his bonds and the rush of fear became something else.Something utterly intoxicating.

They had not done this for a while.Yet it felt right to be subject to her, to this goddess above him.He was helpless as she drew off her chemise, revealing the perfection of her body.He loved every inch and wanted so badly to touch and taste her rosy nipples or tender thighs.His bondage assured he couldn’t, and that made him want her even more.

“Still so eager,” Christine remarked with a sigh as she bent and freed him from his trousers, nuzzling his cock with a soft teasing touch and swift kiss that offered no relief to his need.“All this energy and nowhere to go.”

“There is nowhere I’d rather be,” he sighed in return and earned a smile.

“It gives me quite a thrill to see you like this.”She slunk up his body again, his flesh burning each place hers touched him, tempting and gentle.“Let me show you.”

He groaned as her thighs bracketed his bound arms and she gifted him with her wet cunt against his mouth.He had no choice but to serve her, and he lost himself in the ecstasy of bringing her pleasure with his lips and tongue.She moved her hips in rhythm against his face as she gripped the bedframe, matching the movements with sweet, strangled moans of delight.

“Yes.There.Make me come...Right there,” she commanded, and Erik obeyed, his mind fogging with desire and something more as the leather of his belt cut into his scarred wrists.He was confined by her, being used for her pleasure, unable to escape, and he adored it.

She came with a shudder, moisture slipping down his cheek as she did.Erik drank her in, ready to give her more.In an instant, she was gone, then her thighs were on his hips and...

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