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hands. Never mind what I did to him. This is what he did to me.
    His eyes never left mine as he rammed me into the door with his final thrust.
    I sucked in a sharp breath. “Blake!”
    “Feel me. I want you to feel all of me, Erica,” he rasped. A strangled groan followed as he emptied himself into me and released the last orgasm my body could give.
    We stood there only a moment before we collapsed to the floor. He rolled to his back onto the Oriental rug. I draped my body lazily over his, spent from what had just happened between us, but still needing the contact, to know that we were still connected, together.
    We stayed like that, no words, no movements, until he slid my skirt up a fraction, thumbing the tender flesh where he'd removed the obstacle of my panties moments ago.
    I glanced down, and his hands cupped my ass. “You're going to have bruises here too.”
    I looked back up to find his mouth set in a hard line. “Why would I care?”
    “Maybe you should care.”
    I slid my hand up his chest. “I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but I wish you would talk to me. If you really don’t want to, I can live with that too. But don’t push me away. I can’t take it.”
    “Is that what you call pushing you away? Using your body as a battering ram?”
    I frowned at his description of what we'd just had. Sure, it was a little rough and I'd probably feel it tomorrow, but anytime we were together meant something.
    I rose to my knees, straddled his thighs, and dropped my hands to either side of him. I tried to read his eyes but he avoided my penetrating gaze, worrying the reddened flesh at the crease of my thigh instead.
    I pulled off my shirt and bra.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Getting your attention.”
    Heat passed over his eyes. “You have it.”
    “I like when you lose control like that, Blake. Don't turn it into something dirty and wrong.”
    His cock hardened beneath my thigh.
    “What if it is? Giving you bruises…freaking you out.”
    “Is that why you've been cockblocking yourself all night?”
    “What I feel…for you, Erica. With everything else that's going on, sometimes it's just too intense. I feel like I'm going to rip us both apart. I wanted tonight to be different. I really did.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “You deserve to be worshipped. Loved.”
    I frowned, trying to figure out how my habitually domineering lover was slipping away from me. “I do feel loved. I like waking up to the memory of your hands on me, even if I'm a little sore. It's new for me, I'll admit it.”
    “I scared you before though.” He held my gaze, daring me to say otherwise.
    “Sometimes it does scare me, but I trust you.” I paused. “I like the things we've done.”
    “Do you realize I haven't even begun to scratch the surface of the things I want to do to you?”
    My breath caught, but I didn't waste time dwelling on the fear that rooted in my stomach. “Then let's dig deeper.”
    I doubted the words even as I said them, my heartbeat picking up speed again. Blake was already pushing me past boundaries I didn't even know I had. I was keeping up pretty well, but now, knowing his desires were that vast and beyond me, I couldn't help but feel a little in over my head.
    “No.” His voice was quiet but firm.
    “Why?” I hoped I'd masked my doubts.
    “Because this isn't right. I shouldn't want to…to hurt you or restrain you. It's fucked up, and it's the last thing you should have to think about with everything you've been through. I realized that last time. I took things too far. The second I tied you up, I regretted it.”
    “Then why didn't you stop?”
    He was silent.
    “Tell me.”
    He sighed. “Because I knew I could calm you down, show you how to enjoy it.”
    “And I did.”
    “That doesn't mean anything. I shouldn't have challenged you that way.”
    “I want to be challenged, Blake. If this is something you want, I want it too.”
    “No, it's not going to be like that.