I move down to dally at her *****, nuzzling, suckling, nipping. She starts to buck under me with startling strength.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Just…good.” I don’t want to hurt her, and I’m not sure how sensitive her ***** are.

“Good,” I say, pressing my face to one of her *****, enjoying the hot velvet of her skin. I nip one gently and she reacts with a harsh inhalation. “You like that, or is it too sensitive?”

“I like it,” she whispers. I glance upward and see that the look on her face is somewhat desperate.

“I love the way you taste,” I murmur. “Love your body.” Love you. I kiss her slowly, down to her knee. I lick there leisurely, teasing her pubic thatch with ghost-light fingers. She keens and bucks up, and god, that gets me off.

I acquiesce with a little bit of gentle pressure, but not enough to let her get close to *****. She is breathing hard. I work my way back up to her ear. “I’m going to tell you something, Shane. You make me feel so protective. Tonight in that restaurant I wanted so much to go rushing in there after you.” I just want to hold you inside me and keep you safe, forever. Never let anything hurt you. Because I love you.

“I don’t need protection,” she murmurs. Having no answer for this, and not wanting to argue, I kiss her roughly. She kisses back, bending her neck upward so she can reach my lips. God. Kissing her. It is as sacred and telling as it was before, only now it is infused with more passion.

I quicken in a million ways, run my hands over her body, kiss her roughly. Perfect little *****, nipples hard just for me. Her eyes are open, and she is in ecstasy.

“Hmm… Shane.” I whisper, biting her earlobe, moving back down over her body. I gently blow air over her wet cleft and she moans and wriggles. God, so damn hot.

“Hmm. Wanna taste you.” I say, moving down.

“*****,” she whispers, spreading her legs as far as they will go. For a second I have to just stare: the sight of her spreading for me, openly and voluntarily, even wider than dictated by the restraints, is amazing. I love you, I think, mouthing it soundlessly against her inner thigh, down and up again.