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“I’m ready, Master,” she murmured, looking up at him. “Ready for you to take me.”

“Not yet, you’re not.” Leaning down, he picked up something from the floor. Lauren bit her bottom lip nervously when she saw it was his thick black belt.

“What…” Her voice wavered. “What are you going to do with that?”

“Don’t worry.” His voice was suddenly soft. “No matter what depravities my Scourge nature urges me to commit, I would never hit or beat you.” He stroked her cheek with surprising tenderness. “This is simply to fasten you to the headboard of the bed.”

“You’re going to tie me down?” Lauren whispered. She’d fantasized such scenarios before but somehow they had been a lot less frightening in her imagination.

Xairn raised an eyebrow at her. “Didn’t I tell you a female is always restrained during traditional Scourge bonding sex?”

“Yes.” Lauren licked her hips. “You…you did say that. I remember now.”

Leaning close, he looked into her eyes. “This is part of it, Lauren—part of what I want to do to you. I want you helpless and restrained, unable to do anything but surrender completely. But I understand if you feel uncomfortable. We don’t have to—”

“Yes we do!” she said quickly. She returned his gaze boldly. “If this is part of it, I want to do it. Want you to do it to me.”

He frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Very sure. Please, Master.” Holding his eyes, she reached above her head and grasped the thick wooden support in the center of the headboard. “Restrain me,” she whispered. “Do what you need to do to me. But please, don’t leave.”

Xairn’s breathing was ragged but he did as she said. Leaning over her, he wrapped the thick black belt around both her wrists and passed it around the wooded support before buckling it firmly. “There.” He sat back at last, his burning gaze sweeping over her body. “Gods, Lauren, you’re so beautiful stretched out like this. So beautiful submitting to me.”

Lauren’s breath caught in her throat. “I want to submit,” she told him softly. “I want…want you to take me. Please, Xairn…Master, I need you in me.”

“And I need to be in you.” Reaching out, he stroked her cheek tenderly. “But we must take things slowly. Though my nature urges me to take you hard and fast, I want to savor this moment, to burn your sweet submission into my memory forever.”

“Slow is good,” Lauren murmured. “Very good, Master.”

“I know.” He ran his hand over her body, stroking her bare breasts and tugging gently at the silver rings which pierced her nipples. Lauren gasped softly at the hot sensations that flashed through her body at his light touch.

“Master,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “Please, Master, please fuck me.”

“As you wish. Open yourself for me.” It was a command, not a request and Lauren eagerly complied. But instead of feeling the two broad heads rubbing against both her pussy and her rosebud, as she had expected, she felt slippery fingers pressing against her back entrance.

“What…?” Her eyes flew open to find that he was watching her intently as he massaged her rosebud.

“You need to be oiled and stretched,” he explained, adding another finger as she gasped at the sudden invasion. “I may not be able to stop myself from taking you, but I can at least try not to wound you in the process.”

Lauren was touched. Having felt the tension in his big body, she knew how hard it was for him to delay his instinct to bond her to him. The fact that he could put off his own needs in order to tend to her made her love him even more.

“It’s all right. I’m all right,” she whispered and was surprised to find that it was true. The fruit Kat had given her was really doing its job. Though he had three thick fingers stretching her back entrance, she felt no pain.

Xairn looked at her wonderingly. “It was true then—what Deep told me about the substance they use to make bonding sex possible.”

“It’s a fruit,” Lauren told him breathlessly. “And it makes you very, very, uh, needy.”

“Is that right?” He stroked his other hand down her body, teasing her nipples and brushing lightly over her neat thatch of curls. “So it makes your pussy hot and wet and ready? Is that what you mean?”

“Yes,” Lauren whispered. Her cheeks were hot as she admitted her need and desire but she had no wish to lie to him. “Yes, Master.”

“Ready to open for me?” His thick fingers slid between her legs, caressing her wet slit, delving inward to find her swollen clit and tease it unmercifully. “Ready to spread your legs and let me fuck you?”