Eternally His

As soon as the door snapped shut behind us, he set me down on my feet. My knees shook with the force of my desire, and his strong arms caged me, supporting me like he’d done from the very beginning: ever since the night of the coup. I leaned into his hard, solid body, the knowledge that he would always be here for me settling deep in my soul. My lips clashed with his, kissing him in a frenzy. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I needed him inside me, connecting us completely.

His fingers found the zip at the back of my dress, and it tore from the fabric as he yanked it down. I loved how savage he was in his lust, how badly he wanted me. I was totally vulnerable with him, but knowing that his need was just as keen as mine made me feel safe. I could put my heart on the line, and he wouldn’t batter it.

Before I could consider the depth of that emotion, he ripped the dress from my body, pulling it down my torso and thighs to leave me only in my underwear and strappy high heels. He grabbed my black cotton panties and tore them away too. I eagerly stepped out of the ruined garments.

“Leave the heels on,” he growled, punctuating the command with a sharp nip to my inner thigh.

I cried out at the flare of pain, but it was the visceral, primal response to a powerful man that made my knees buckle. He braced my waist in his big hands, holding me upright. He made sure I was steady on my feet before he released me.

“Close your eyes, and stay right here,” he murmured against my lips, sealing the order with a quick, fierce kiss.

I shivered and sighed into him, willing to do anything he wanted.

Cold washed over my heated skin when he stepped away from me, drawing goosebumps to the surface of my sensitized skin. My stomach knotted at the loss of his touch, but I obediently waited just as he’d told me to do.

I heard soft, whispering sounds that I distantly recognized as fabric rustling. Was he getting undressed? The desire to open my eyes was almost insurmountable; I wanted to see him. All of him. I’d gotten glimpses at his ripped chest and defined abs, darkened with a dusting of masculine hair that trailed into his boxers. Resisting the urge to look, I visualized him that way, bare chested, his corded arms flexing with every graceful, sure movement of his massive body.

Just the thought drew a pleasurable shudder from deep in my core, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

His heat kissed my back just before something soft dropped over my eyes. I gasped and twisted my head, instinctively jolting away from the unknown.

His teeth locked on my neck with a growl, and a strong arm hooked around my waist, pinning me in place. I could feel his hard body pressed up against my back, bare skin touching mine. His cock pulsed against my bottom, seeking the slick heat that was gathering between my thighs.

I stilled, the base part of my psyche reacting to his dominance. I quivered in his hold, and he released me from his punishing bite, dropping a tender kiss on the sore spot.

“Sebastián…” I whispered his name like a prayer, my heart tugging toward his. I leaned back into him, trying to get impossibly closer.

His low, masculine hum of approval rolled through my body, rumbling all the way to my core. My inner muscles fluttered, ready for him to fill me.

“Please,” I begged, my voice strangely husky. “I’m ready, Sebastián. I want you.”

“Not yet.” He pressed another kiss to my sensitive neck.

I tilted my head to the side, welcoming more. Whatever was covering my eyes slid at the movement, and I recognized a silken material brushing over my skin. Suddenly, the material tugged tighter as he knotted it firmly at the back of my head.

My husband had blindfolded me. I didn’t want to be blindfolded. I wanted to see him, to touch him and explore his hard body for the first time.

But I needed him too desperately to protest. If this was how he wanted me, I would give him anything he desired. I was a virgin, but I wasn’t entirely ignorant; it should’ve been obvious that Sebastián would be turned on by kinkier sexual games. He’d gotten hard while spanking me, and just now in the limo, he’d made sure to edge my pleasure with bites of pain.

More silky material—his tie?—wrapped around my wrists, drawing them together at my belly and binding them. Before I could think about protesting that I wanted to caress him while we made love for the first time, he lifted me up. My back hit the mattress, my body bouncing slightly and disorienting me in my blind state. He took advantage of my confusion, pulling on the binding around my wrists to draw my arms over my head. His weight settled over me, and his lips descended on mine in another branding kiss.