I closed my eyes for a moment and thanked the universe for this gift. The thought of Heather Myles tied down, legs spread, ready for whatever I was going to give her filled me with joy.

This would be a night neither of us would soon forget. I certainly wouldn’t. I would never forget the fan of her auburn hair across the dark blue of my pillow. I would never forget the softness of her flesh beneath my lips. I would never forget her soft moans as I pleasured her. I would never forget the amazing talks we had shared, the laughs.

My eyes still closed, I imprinted all of it on my memory, even knowing it wasn’t necessary.

I would never forget.

I opened my eyes. “Are you sure, baby?”

Her amber eyes glowed. “I’m sure.”

My cock was hard, and when I stood, it jutted straight out, straining toward Heather. But that would wait. I’d show her the ecstasy that binding could bring her. I walked to my chest of drawers and pulled out the leather bindings that had been perfectly made to fit the dimensions of my head and footboards.

I had used these bindings many times, with Janet, Lindy, many others. I forced that thought from my mind. Right now, these were new bindings, had never been used.

They had been made for today. For Heather.

Heather’s skin paled, and I could tell she was apprehensive. Clearly she had never done anything like this before, and her trust touched me.

“Are you sure?” I asked again.

“Yes.”

“Reach your hands over your head.”

She complied, and I quickly found each wrist, adjusting the length of the straps.

“Now spread your legs, baby.”

Again, she complied, and I bound her to the posts.

Then I stood at the foot of the bed, simply staring at her. A gourmet feast not just for my eyes and my tongue, but for every part of me.

For my heart.

I couldn’t go there. As much as I wanted to, it just wasn’t possible.

But I would give us both something so indelible that it would be a mark on our souls forever.

I walked to the side of the bed and sat down, cradling my fingers over the swell of her breasts, her nipples.

And then I began to kiss her.

I began at her neck and her shoulder, the arm I hadn’t yet kissed that was now bound. I trailed my lips over her soft flesh, kissing, licking, twirling my tongue in figure eights over her smooth skin. So, so sweet. So, so good. She shuddered beneath my touch, goosebumps erupting, soft sighs escaping her throat. I inhaled her scent, raspberries and cream, her flavor salty in comparison to the sweet shine of perspiration. The aroma of her pussy rose in the air—apples, musk, Heather.

Heather Myles was a feast for all my senses. My nose drew in the sweet scents that were uniquely hers. My eyes roved over that beautiful body—her heavy-lidded eyes, her swollen red lips, her plump breasts and hard pink nipples, her flat belly, the trimmed red hair between her legs, and the swell of her clit. My mouth tasted the silkiness of her skin, the sweetness of her mouth, the tanginess of her pussy. My ears adored the soft sighs from her throat, the moans, the groans. When she said my name.

Jeremy. Jeremy. Jeremy.

So sweet the sound of my given name from her lips.

And the sense of touch. My fingers, calloused from guitar playing, roamed over every inch of her. She was soft where I was hard, lighter where I was darker. She was perfect—the perfect woman in every way.

I sucked the tip of her index finger into my mouth, and that beautiful sigh met my ears once more as she tugged at the bindings.

“It feels so good. Want…”

“What, baby?”

“Want to…touch you.”

I smiled against the pale skin of her forearm. “That’s what makes it so good. You want…but can’t have.”

“Not fair. You get to touch me.”

I chuckled. “When I suggested this little game, baby, I never claimed it would be fair.”

She closed her eyes, groaning. “I won’t survive this.”

“But you will.”

“I’ve a mind to tie you up when we’re done. Make you endure this torture.”

I chuckled again. No woman had ever tied me up. I was anything but submissive. But for Heather Myles? I might just allow it.

I trailed my lips down her arm again and then to her chest, where I began teasing her other nipple.

Some women liked their breasts slapped. I was usually happy to oblige. But not Heather. Her breasts were works of art. She was too precious to me to slap.

Boy, did that thought have a lot of connotation. Which is why I erased it from my head and concentrated on the beautiful nipple. Her areola tightened up and was textured under my tongue. My dick was so hard. I was tempted to just shove myself into her and fuck her into oblivion.

But still I worked on her nipple, my fingers finding the other one and pinching. She moaned softly, her hips undulating. And I couldn’t help myself. My hand drifted from her nipple across her soft belly, my fingers entwining through her curls and then dipping into her hot pussy.

And finding heaven.

She was soaking wet.

Again, my cock begged me to plunge into nirvana.

But I held myself in check, letting her nipples slip from my mouth and then spreading tiny kisses over the flatness of her abdomen. On every part of her body, the surface of her skin was slightly different. Soft, sweet, still a bit salty, but different textures under my lips and tongue.

I was so close to her wet heat, and the aroma was driving me slowly insane. My cock was granite and stationary between my legs, so hard it was immobile. I buried my nose in her vulva and inhaled. Then, though it pained me, I skipped over her pussy and placed sucking kisses on her inner thighs.

“You have got to be kidding me,” came her sultry voice from the head of the bed.

I smiled against her thighs, wet from her juices, as I lapped at them.

I moved to the top of her knee and then down her calf. When I got to her bound ankle, I massaged it a bit, just in case the bindings were a little rough on her, and then slid my tongue over her instep.

Even her feet were gorgeous, her toenails painted a light, frosty pink. I kissed and lightly sucked on each toe, and then worked my way back up her leg. I inhaled her vulva again—God I was so fucking hard—and then, avoiding her pussy once more—fucking hardest thing I’ve ever done—I slid my lips and hands down her other shapely leg.

She moaned again, whimpering.

I had kissed almost every part of her at this point. But I was so far from done.

After massaging her other leg, ankle, and foot, kissing each toe, I traveled back up, inhaling once more the fumes from her sweet cunt and then sliding up to take her other nipple between my lips. I bit it gently, eliciting more whimpers from her.

Then, though my original plan had been to unbind her, turn her over, and kiss the rest of her, I could wait no longer. I straddled her and shoved my hard-as-rock cock deep into her succulent heat.

Sweet heaven. I had never been this hard in my life, and I felt every ridge, every tuck inside her. She cloaked me perfectly, teased me, sucked me into her body.

This.

This was the essence of life.

I had found a soul mate in Heather Myles.

A soul mate that would be denied me.

But damn it, I would make love to her this one time.

I had already fucked her, had already taken her ass.

What I was doing to her now was nothing new, but it was different. It transcended everything else in my life.

She writhed beneath me as I brought her to one orgasm and another.

Though it pained me, I withdrew for a moment and swiftly unbound her. Then I sank back into her, and she curled her arms and legs around me.

This was what I’d imagined. Lovemaking in its purest form.

And when my balls bunched up, and the tiny convulsions started at the base of my cock, I opened my mouth and let flow the words I’d been holding close to my heart for what seemed like forever.

“Goddamnit, Heather. I fucking love you.”