In a million years she had never imagined the absolute pleasure he could give her when he slammed his cock into her. She hadn’t been able to think. Only feel. Only want. She would have done anything for him. She would do anything for him. She knew she would. It wasn’t just the intensity of the orgasms he gave her; it was the look of utter love on his face after. She knew she loved him already with every breath she drew. She hadn’t been as certain of what he felt for her until that moment.
That knowledge was what she needed to give her the courage to go forward, no matter where their strange sexual relationship took them. He was honest with her. He said he would have to talk about things she’d asked him for that he might not be able to give her. She was concerned what they might be. She’d been with him quite a while—not always in a sexual way, but with him—for months now, and he’d given her everything she’d ever wanted.
“Why are you frowning? Are you hurting?”
She lifted her lashes and looked up at him as he stepped into the deep blue tub, which looked more like a lagoon. He set a plate of fresh cut-up fruit on the wide ledge beside the water bottle. The fruit looked refreshing and tempting. She sat up straight and immediately took a piece of mango.
“I was trying to think what you might not be able to give me that I asked you for. You’ve given me everything so far.” The fruit was so delicious, just what she needed.
“Drink the water too, baby.” He sat close to her, his hand on her leg, sliding his fingers along her scars the way he often did.
He was silent for so long she was afraid he might not answer her. She didn’t ask him again. Shadows from the floating jellyfish and kelp seemed to move on the wall, and she looked at the cave surrounding her. There were octopi hidden, and a few other sea creatures, when one really studied the clever design.
“You wanted to keep what we did only between us, and I agreed. It’s intimate. A gift you give me. I hope you feel love every time I touch you, the way I feel and see it when you surrender to me.”
Her heart began to pound. She had loved surrendering to him. It was terrifying, but at the same time, it was her gift to him. She wanted to submit to his desires. To give herself time, she drank some of the water before she asked.
“We did say we would always keep this part of our relationship between only us.” She kept her voice strictly neutral.
“I did tell you that our club members have no problem with nudity or having sex in front of one another. It’s no big deal, right? I would never let another man touch you. Not ever. But if you were nude or I was in front of others, I wouldn’t think twice. I was raised without clothes, and so were they. We don’t think about it.”
“I wasn’t raised that way.” Again, she kept her voice nonjudgmental.
“I’m aware of that, baby, but you’re also adventurous. I don’t think if we’re at a party, and it’s late and dark and the music is playing, and women are dancing nude and some of the others are fucking their brains out, you would care all that much.”
She wouldn’t, if she was going to be honest. She’d probably look too and find it interesting. Maybe even hot. She found it hot thinking about it, but she had been hot thinking about the way Savage had taken her after he’d pulled the last clamp off, and her orgasm had roared through her over and over until she thought she’d go insane from sheer pleasure.
“All right, maybe not,” she conceded, because he was waiting for an answer and she was determined to always be honest with him. Especially about sex.
“We talked about going on runs and going to parties. I go to them, Seychelle. As my wife, or my partner—and let’s be honest, I prefer you to marry me as quickly as possible with as little fuss as possible—you go with me.”
“What does that mean? Little fuss as possible?”
“Don’t change the subject. One thing at a time. You accompany me to these events.”
She sighed and looked down at the mango. She’d eaten quite a lot of it without even knowing she was eating it. “About the run, Savage. I was thinking maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for me to go this time. Before you get upset, I don’t know the rules. I could do something wrong and get you killed or get the entire club in trouble with the Diamondbacks. I could stay with Blythe and you wouldn’t have to worry.”
She was determined not to go. She’d made up her mind about it, and she did her best to look him directly in the eyes so he could see she meant business, even though she couched it in terms of hesitancy.