Page 80 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

“Even though we barely know each other?” he teased.

“You are right.” I wiggled my butt on his lap. “We barely know each other so maybe we shouldn’t live together.” As I spoke the words, I locked gazes with him. “But I want to be with you, so I’m willing to give it a try.” I saw him grin, a delightful gleam entering his eyes.

For the first time ever, I wanted to give to a man more than I got out of it. I didn’t want to dwell on it or question my feelings. I wanted to show him what I felt, give him what he desired.

His fingers brushed away a few strands of my hair off of my face. “I love your hair, love,” he murmured. “And your smell. Fuck, I love everything about you, Layla.”

“Take me to bed, Maxim.”

Maxim didn’t even hesitate. He stood up, lifting me up in his arms and strode to his bedroom. Unlike the last time, now I could clearly see the large room with large windows with views spreading for miles over the city. But that wasn’t what took my breath away. It was Maxim, the man whose arms held me as if I was the most precious person to him.

“I’m yours, Maxim,” I told him. I meant it. He was the man I had wanted and needed but never knew.

His eyes darken. “You have no idea how happy you just made me.” He set me on the bed, his lips on my neck. “All I can think about is all the filthy things I want to do to you.”

I swallowed hard but not in fear. I wanted those things too, and he was the only one I wanted to experience them with. I wanted to give him everything I got.

“Have you ever had your wrists bound?” he asked.

My body instantly hummed with anticipation. I shook my head.

“Ever had your eyes covered during sex?”

Suddenly, I felt like my sex life had been extremely vanilla up till now. “No,” I rasped.

“Will you let me?” he asked darkly.

“Do whatever you want to me,” I told him. “I’m yours.”

He stood up and walked over to his dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a chain necklace, a silk rope and a piece of a black silk cloth.To cover my eyes, I realized.

“Can I use these on you?” My body pulsed with need for him. I watched him stride back to me, his knee landing between my parted legs, the mattress shifting under his weight. “I won’t do anything you are not comfortable with.”

I cleared my throat. “I know, Maxim. I trust you.” He groaned, pushed me onto my back and thrusted his abdomen against me. “Please use those on me.”

His mouth crashed against my lips and slid his lips against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth. His kiss deepened and I loved it. He was the perfect combination of roughness and gentleness I needed.

I was falling hard for this man. Heck, I might have fallen for him already. I had never felt anything like this.

He broke the kiss, gasping sharply. “I need you naked.”

He grasped the fabric of my shirt and ripped it in one swift move, the sound of fabric tearing echoing in his bedroom.

My nipples were hard and desperate for his touch.

“Hold your wrists out. Together.” His voice commanded and I immediately obeyed. He wrapped the silk tightly around my wrists, binding them together. I remained still, waiting for his next move.

He lifted them over my head, in a viselike position, his body hovering over mine and tied my bound wrists to the bed frame. I was so tempted to arch my back off the bed, just to feel him against me. I craved his weight on my body, like my own comfort blanket.

“I’m going to put this over your eyes.” I glanced at the silk material in his hands. “By taking away your sight, all your other senses will heighten.”

I didn’t respond, my eyes glued to him.

“Yes?” he asked. “I need you to use words. Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

“Yes.” I shuddered with my acknowledgement, my nipples tightened and my pussy throbbed with need. He tied the silky blindfold around my head, covering my eyesight. The cool fabric felt good against my warmed skin. My core was hot, on fire, and we’d barely gotten started. My breathing labored and images played in my mind.

“Relax,” he murmured softly. “And enjoy.”

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