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warmth spread through her, stirring her sex, she let out a soft sigh. This was nice, really nice. Part of her mind argued they should talk first, do something other than this dangerous touching. She didn’t want him to think she was easy.
    He collared her neck with his hand, stroking her pulse with his thumb, and all thoughts of putting any distance between them fled. “You are not what I expected. Why did you seek me out?”
    The formal tone to his speech made it almost flow like poetry. “I…” She screwed up her courage and told him what she hadn’t told anyone else. “My doctors think a large part of my pain during sex is psychological. That if I can learn to not fear being penetrated, it would get better. Please don’t tell anyone.”
    For a long time he didn’t say anything, just continuing to stroke her and seduce her with his scent, his body, and his heat. “Your secret is safe with me. I would never betray your confidence.” His tone changed, becoming a guttural purr that would have fit a tiger getting ready to leap on his prey. “Tell me. Am I what you expected in a sadist?”
    “I had no idea what to expect.” She swallowed, feeling the pressure on her throat from his grip, kinda liking how possessive it felt. “But, well, I don’t think any woman could ever be ready for you.”
    He rubbed his lips against her cheek, speaking against her skin. “You say the nicest things, but I’m still going to keep you gagged most of the time.”
    That made her pull away, or at least try to pull away. He held her tight, and as his arms bunched around her with muscle, she knew there was no way she could escape. With deliberate intent, he pressed her back fully into his embrace so his pelvis brushed her ass. The sensation of his hard erection against her body had her near shaking with fear and arousal. God, she wanted him, but she was so scared of the pain. She’d only recently gotten to the point where she could masturbate with a very, very small vibrator.
    The thought of taking anything bigger than her finger was terrifying.
    Memories of being racked with cramps, curled up on her bed while her boyfriend threw on his clothes and walked out filled her mind, adding a new shame to her fears.
    Holding her tight with one arm, Bryan moved her hair again. “Easy, girl. We aren’t going to do anything that will bring you any more hurt than you’re ready for. By the time I’m done, the thought of having a cock inside of you, making you ache, will get your pussy as wet as can be, allowing me to slide into you up to the hilt with one long stroke.”
    Words failed her—something that rarely happened—and she made a little groaning noise when his teeth grazed the side of her neck. He bit hard enough to sting, then sucked at the hurt, bringing blood to the surface, making her burn. No one had given her a hickey in forever, but fuck if it didn’t feel good.
    Pulling away, he nuzzled the spot. “I like your skin. It’s so pale and perfect.”
    “Freckles,” she said in a breathy voice as he resumed biting on her neck, now in a new location.
    He pulled back. “Pardon me?”
    “I have freckles. My skin isn’t perfect.”
    “I’m actually surprised at how nice you look. You’ve stopped trying to be a strawberry blonde, have gained some generous curves—”
    “Hey, did you just call me fat?”
    With a low growl he gripped her hips, but his touch was gentle, a restrained violence. “I called you a woman. A beautiful, lush woman. Now strip.”
    She looked at him over her shoulder. “Pardon me?”
    “Your clothes. Take them off. I want to see your body.”
    “Wait, I haven’t agreed to anything.”
    “Neither have I.”
    Balking, she crossed her arms under her breasts. “Why do you want to see me naked?”
    He moved back behind her, his hands sliding over her shoulders, slowly lowering the straps of her top. “Because I think you’re beautiful. And I need to know if you can bear my touch and follow my