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of him and how crazy she made him feel, he glanced into the mirror. Sweat slid down his spine as he spotted the dragon he’d drawn with the wax on her belly and how it glowed under the black lights with all of its bright colors.
    Savagely, he pumped into her and her inner muscles convulsed around his penis. Her dark eyes were transfixed on the dragon, a telling sign that she understood his action, the wax design was meant as a compliment. Only Cora, a submissive so perfect, deserved to wear the Club Sin symbol. Her breath cut off and her body shook in hard quakes.
    He loved the quiet before the storm.
    Under the force of his pleasure, his eyes fluttered shut and lips parted with his grunts. His muscles burned with each flex as he moved faster, pounding into her tight heat. Ecstasy sizzled across his overheated flesh. He slid his hands over her damp skin to grasp her hips. He forced himself to look at her, and at the striking view, he thrust into her with loud slaps, skin against skin.
    Leather. Wax. Perfect little nipples. Tight cunt. Sweaty skin. Feels so good …
    His lungs expanded with deep, satisfied breaths as her inner walls continued to steal his control. He rose up on his toes, thrusting deeper, unafraid to hurt her. They’d done this many times before. She could take it.
    Her slick heat clamped against his shaft and her chin angled up as he pounded into her, almost ruthlessly. Her sensual moans shifted to uncontrollable screams, burning across him in a whirlwind of desire. His eyes pinched shut as he buried himself into her, and she squeezed him tight. Fiery pleasure burned up his spine and pooled into his groin. He roared, bucked and jerked, falling into a state of incoherence.
    When the final shot of cum escaped the tip of his cock, his muscles gave out and he dropped on top of her, resting his head against the warm wax on her stomach. He lost sight of it all. There was no Club Sin. No pleasure, only a satisfied exhaustion.
    Moments later, his thoughts returned and lightness overtook him. He pressed his hands against her slick, sweaty thighs and lifted himself off her. Bright, glossy baby blues watched himclosely. So pretty . Euphoric tingles danced into his soul, and he smiled. “All right?”
    “If you mean, was that mind-blowing?” With flushed skin, she gave him her soft, sassy laugh. “Then yes, I’m perfectly all right, sir.”
    Aidan chuckled, smoothing away the damp, dark strands of her hair off her forehead. Lost in her gaze, his heart swelled and her satisfaction carried him away to a place so exquisite he never wanted to leave.
    The yearning to stay consumed him, but her well-being held more importance. He withdrew his cock and moved to her face. He cupped her cheek, dropping a kiss onto her parted lips. Her mouth brushed against his with emotion so deep it clenched his chest. Some kisses held little meaning. Cora’s kisses meant everything, making him aware of her every move, every breath.
    With a final press of his lips, he leaned away and removed the condom, placing it in a tissue on the tray of the rolling cart that held all of his other toys. His gaze cut to her, and she regarded him with hooded eyelids. Under her pretty eyes, he pulled up his boxer briefs and jeans.
    Sweat coated his skin and the scent of their sex engulfed him as he approached her. A flare, hot and greedy, stormed through him. His to care for now. His to protect in this moment. His to hold.
    His heartbeat slowed and a pure heat that radiated out of his chest engulfed him. He reached for the leather strap on her ankle and removed the binding, rubbing her ankle before he moved to the next strap.
    Once he freed her from the bindings, as she remained on the cross, he massaged her limbs until her circulation returned. She watched him steadily; her pupils were enlarged and she looked messy, pink-cheeked: a well-used and content submissive. He liked that look on her. “Any numbness or soreness?” he asked.
    She shook her head,