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He didn’t answer, just gave me a sly smile, then grabbed the vibrator off the bed; I’d dropped it when he flipped me onto my back. I whimpered when he applied it to my clit again and slid two fingers inside me. Pleasure bloomed inside me once again—pleasure that was difficult to contain or control. John pumped his fingers inside me in a steady rhythm, coaxing me closer and closer to euphoria with the vibrator until I was quickly past the point of no return.

“There’s my girl,” John murmured as my orgasm ripped through me, stealing my breath and leaving me limp once more. “Doing so good for me. I know you can give me even more.”

“I…can?” I gasped out, and he huffed a laugh.

“You can,” he said softly, but his tone was commanding, authoritative. “And you will.”

He didn’t give me any reprieve. Instead, he kept stroking inside me and delivering sweet torment with the vibrator. At first, I was too sensitive, but after a minute, I started to move in tandem with his strokes again, desperate for fulfillment. My breaths were short and high-pitched. My wrists pulled at the bindings reflexively, but the knot was quite secure. I was married to an outdoorsman, after all.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come again,” I mewled, twitching uncontrollably under the wonderful, torturous way my husband worked my body.

“That’s right, good girl,” John crooned as I arched off the bed, ecstasy flooding my limbs. “There’s nothing you can do except let them come.”

He was right: with my wrists bound, all I could do was let him pleasure me, and somehow my helplessness added another layer to my bliss, if that were possible. With soft, loving touches, he coaxed my body to respond to him anew. Again, I came, and again, his eyes were pinned to me. There was something sweet and intensely erotic about how intently he watched my pleasure, as if it was his own.

When I lay there, eyes glazed over and a light sheen of sweat over my body, John gave me a kiss before fully undressing. He shoved a pillow under my hips, knelt on the bed, and then made me gasp when he sunk his erection inside me.

John squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “Fuck, you’re soaked. You’re so perfect for me.”

I moaned as he began to fuck me, his thrusts shallow and quick. I lay there and simply let him have me, too tired to participate much. He was making me feel good, but it wasn’t enough to make me come.

Until he snatched up the accursed vibrator and pressed it against my clit again.

I wriggled uncontrollably. “Oh my God, I…”

I trailed off, because in spite of everything, my body was responding again. He was using gentler pressure than before, avoiding overstimulating me, and it was delicious and perfect and I felt like I was floating.

John groaned again. “Yes. Come hard on my cock, gorgeous. I need to feel you.”

I tossed my head, unable to fight the rising sensations.

“God,” I said desperately, closing my eyes. “This should be illegal.”

He laughed breathlessly. “If it was, I’d become an outlaw.”

Another climax rippled through me, and I could barely even make a sound now, just whimpering and panting. My contractions pushed him into orgasm, and he gasped my name again as he snapped his hips to mine, riding out the wave.

I lay there, utterly spent, feeling more tired than I thought I’d ever felt in my life. John moved up and untied me, discarding the silky fabric on the floor before pulling me into his arms. I rested my head against his chest, and he smoothed my damp hair away from my face. He caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead, holding me close.

“I think you may have killed me,” I whispered.

He chuckled. “Worth it?”

I nodded. “It’ll probably be an awkward funeral, though.”

He laughed some more before kissing the top of my head. We snuggled close and I felt more content than I had since our honeymoon. There was still so much happening, but being with John always made things feel right again.

“How is it still so good between us?” I asked, still a little starry-eyed as I traced patterns on his chest with my fingertip.

He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Dunno. But there’s always been a connection between us that felt like more than just chemistry—even our first time together. Never felt anything like it before. But even when we’ve had time apart or if I’ve had a bad day, I know when I touch you, it’ll feel the same as always.”

“Like how?” I asked, looking up into his amber eyes, which were soft with affection.

His sweet smile made my heart melt. “Like I’m home.”

I couldn’t resist kissing him after that, guilt tugging at my heart. I needed to tell him about my plan, even if he was upset about it. I needed to be honest, and I needed to help him understand that I needed to do this despite the danger.

So, I took a deep breath and said, “There’s something I have to tell you.”