Her Shadows, His Secrets

“Yes!” we both gasp in unison.

“You are so damn maddening. I’ve never had it this fucking good with anyone, Hanna. You are a curse.” I pound into her, my movements never faltering.

“You’re the devil,” she retorts, looking over her shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her up and bring her back to my chest. The position she’s in can’t be comfortable, especially with her skin all raw from the tree, and that’s my point exactly. There can be no pleasure without lustful pain.

“You ever let another man touch you like you did today, and I will fuck you like this in front of him. I will make him watch, and then I will take out his eyes. You want the devil? You got him, Hanna. Here I fucking am.” Pushing her back down, I start pounding into her harder.

This all stemmed from another man merely talking to her and shaking her hand.

I would never care before. Never have. But with her, I can’t stand the idea of anyone having her, even after this is over. I hope I destroy her for any other man so that she never finds anyone again. Because that’s exactly what this siren has done to me.

“Theo, please. I need you. Make me come. Take what’s yours.”

“Yes, what’s mine. You’re mine. All mine, puppet.” Reaching around, I flick her clit, and she comes, squeezing me so tight and releasing erotic noises so arousing that I come seconds later, our orgasms melting into one.

Now, we’re left in the heavy breathing and lingering confessions that show us both that this isn’t safe. It has danger written all over it, but who will be the first to walk away? I declare now that it won’t be me, and if she ever tries to…I will follow her, find her, and keep her consumed with me. I may never love her, but I won’t ever let someone get the chance to love her at all. That’s the scariest part of all this.

I’m fucked.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

HANNA

It’s been thirty minutes since he put away the cuffs and flogger. He went in the shower and cleaned off, and now he enters the room in nothing but boxer briefs. His body is out of this world. He is out of my league. I will revel in him wanting me until he realizes what I already know. We are of two different worlds, ones that will eventually collide, and all of this will end. An ending that will most likely destroy me.

“Baby, come here.” His voice is caring and soft. It throws me a little. I slowly sit up and move to the edge of the bed to stand. I stumble a bit, and he moves to me, picking me up. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I do as he says, clinging to him. Something overtakes me, and I do something I don’t know if he will be okay with, as it seems so intimate, but I lean in and kiss his shoulder, neck, and then jaw ever so softly, as if it’s a whisper against his skin. He doesn’t seem to mind, so I repeat it until we’re in the bathroom, and he sets me on the counter.

Leaving me there, he moves to his large jacuzzi tub. I take this time to look around the bathroom, which has dark wood flooring in a gray color, white cabinets, and granite countertops. It’s really modern and nice. He pores in some bath salts, and instantly the scent of lavender fills the bathroom, and I groan. God, that smells heavenly.

He removes his underwear and holds out his hand to me. “Can you stand, baby?”

He keeps calling me baby, and it’s so foreign. It’s more intimate than sex almost.

“Yes. Didn’t you already shower?”

“Yes, but I need to take care of you now.” Oh, right. Aftercare. That’s why he is being so kind to me. Standing, I take slow steps, taking his hand as he helps me in, then he follows suit. When he sits down, he puts his back against the tub and spreads his legs. “Sit, beautiful.”

I do as he says, but the second the water hits the scratches on my back, I hiss. “Ow!” I cry.

“I know it hurts, but this lavender will help, and I have ointment I will put on it.”

I nod, and he takes a loofa and begins to wash me, starting with my arms, then my neck, and around to my chest. Once he gets to my back, he loses the sponge and uses his hands to cup water and pour it over my skin. Once he does that, he leans in and kisses each one.

Something happens inside me. My stomach feels heavy, but it’s not the kind that comes with the way he turns me on. It’s something else. It’s…no…I can’t be. It’s not love. It’s affection. I’ve never had it, and this is the first time. That’s all it is. A first time sign of affection. I shut it down right there. We agreed this was nothing, and I can’t let it be anything but sex.