Sanctuary by Eden Bradley

playing you tonight.” He kissed her then, a soft brush of his lips against hers, and she could taste her own salt, her desire, on his lips. “Don’t think I don’t want you. I want you so damn much it hurts. But I will suffer so that you can think about it after you’ve had time to calm down, to come back to earth.”
    She started to shake her head, but he silenced her with another kiss. His lips were sweet, soft against hers. He pressed his erection against her again, the hard ridge sinking into the flesh of her belly.
    His voice was a rough whisper. “You see how much I want you? How I need to fuck you? But I won’t. It’s my job to remain in control. But I can still give you pleasure tonight. Is that what you want, Devin?”
    She wanted him, all of him. But she understood what he was doing and why.
    â€œYes. I want you to stay with me. Please.”
    His hands were on her breasts again, teasing her taut nipples. “Then I’ll stay. And I’ll make you come, little Devin. Over and over. Until you beg for me. And only then will I know that’s what you really want.”
    He pinched her nipples and she yelped. But the pain quickly turned to burning desire.
    â€œYes, that’s it,” he murmured, his gleaming gaze on her breasts. “You can take it. You’ll take a lot more tonight. Are you ready?”
    Was she? Right now she felt ready for anything he wanted to do to her. She was in his hands. And she was too far gone, too filled with aching lust, to think about anything else. Tonight she belonged to him.
    â€œYes. I’m ready.”

Chapter Four
    He didn’t know how he’d manage to keep himself under control tonight, but he had to do it—keep it all together. But he also had to be there with her, present in the moment.
    He hadn’t been so turned on, so fucking out of control, over any woman, ever. He had to have her. In whatever way he could without completely breaking the code he lived by as a Dominant. That code meant he was responsible for her wellbeing while she was under his hands, but all he could think about right now was putting his hands on her. And frankly, putting his cock in her, but that was out of the question tonight. He could hold back that much. Oh, but he would touch her all over. All that porcelain skin that looked so cool but was so hot beneath his fingertips.
    He couldn’t let himself think about how hot and silky her pussy was. How wet and ready. Too much. No, think only about pleasing her. About making her come apart.
    As his eyes adjusted to the darkened room he could see the outline of her hot little body. He could hear the panting edge in her breath. Just the sound of it made him throb for her.
    He wrapped a hand up in her long, silky hair, twisting until he felt the strands pull against her skull. It was meant to make her yield to him, yes, but he had to touch that glorious hair, like strands of dark fire. She moaned, and he knew he had her—that he could do anything he wanted and she wouldn’t deny him. It was taking everything he had to keep his head together, not to take advantage of her vulnerable state.
    He pulled her head back, baring her long, slender throat. He bent and tasted her skin again, sucked a bit of that tender flesh into his mouth. Almost as sweet as her hard little clit had been. Another long, hard throb in his cock at the thought.
    Fuck. Pull yourself together.
    He picked her up with a deep growl and carried her to the sofa, laid her down and slipped her skirt off over her long legs, then the scrap of lace panties. She looked so soft and open lying there. And again he had to beat back the animal in him that wanted to jump on her and fuck her senseless.
    He pulled in a few deep breaths, trying to ignore that floral scent of hers that drove him crazy. Once he had himself under control he began a slow exploration of her lush little body.
    Her skin was like pale satin in the blue