“Take what you need, baby, fast as you can so you come.”

I looked down at him, all of that power contained for me, all I knew he’d given to me, and fucked him harder.

“Need you to come,” he gritted, his whole body strung tight in a way I could actually see it.

“Then you’ll get what you need,” I whispered, rammed down on him, arched back and came. I did it moving on him. He liked when I rode his cum and he gave me what I liked when I was tied for him.

I returned the favor.

He’d been holding back. I knew this when I heard his grunted climax mingle with my whimpering cries as we both found it at the same time.

And it was marvelous.

The best I ever had.

But then again, with Deacon, it always was.

I dropped my head forward, resting a hand to his chest and trailing it lightly to his abs. I was still moving, slowly, taking him in and gliding him out, watching our connection.

He’d been right. I could do this for eternity, watching me take him.

It was beautiful.

“Untie me now and do it without losing my dick.”

I lifted my head when I heard his voice and moved immediately to do what he asked as best I could. He would never leave me tied if I didn’t want it, so I gave him the same.

It was kind of hard to keep his cock while I released his ankles, but by a miracle, it happened.

I barely got the last tie loose before I was on my back, Deacon on me and still inside.

“You know what I just gave to you?” he demanded, voice still rough from sex.

All my insides clutched.

“You didn’t like it,” I said and my voice was fragile with a thread of dread.

“Fuckin’ loved it,” he clipped.

“I…uh…” I stammered, confused as to the intensity of his mood.

“Still plugged for you, Cassidy.”

I blinked.

“Lyin’ on you, seated deep inside you, ass filled, for you.”

Understanding dawned, my body relaxed, and I whispered, “Deacon.”

“Do anything for you. Do anything for you and like it. Do anything for you that you want and nearly beg for it. You wanted my ass, I gave it to you. I’ll give it to you again. No one, woman, no one I’d give that to. Except you.”

“I—”

“I trusted you and you gave it to me good.”

“Yes,” I agreed quietly.

“You trust me and I give it to you good.”

I pressed my lips together but nodded my head once.

“You want more?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but even so, I didn’t know if I could take more, whatever it was.

My head decided for me and nodded again.

“You got all of me, woman. You just took the last I had to give. I’ve fucked your ass, and essentially, you just fucked mine. Now I’m lyin’ on you, filled with the plug you drove deep ’cause that’s what you wanted and I gave it to you. You got off, fuckin’ huge. You got me off, arguably bigger. You gonna want that again?”

Absolutely.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Then I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it to you and love every minute of it. No boundaries. That’s us, Cassidy. That’s who we are. That’s what we were both searchin’ for. That’s what you gave me. That’s what you wanted from me. That’s the way it has to be. That’s what started on your kitchen table. Everything I was holding back came loose and I gave you Deacon on that table and you wanted it. You wanted me. That’s why I needed for you to call me Deacon ’cause I was holdin’ on to that, holdin’ on to givin’ me to you, free of the garbage that was suffocating me. Suddenly feeling clean with my Cassie. Then, the next fuckin’ day, I fucked it up, settin’ boundaries. Now they’re gone.”

Oh my God.

Was he saying…?

He lifted one of his big hands and rested it at the side of my head as he dipped his face close to mine. “In this bed, out of it. Naked or not. No boundaries. All in. Nothin’ held back.” He pressed his hips between my legs and I drew in a sharp breath. “You’re all mine, Cassidy, every fuckin’ inch. And I’m all yours, just the same. Do you understand me?”

This was too big, too amazing, too precious to process, but it forced itself into my head and settled there all the same.

Name’s Deacon Gates.

Gates.

Not John Priest.

He gave that to me.

And he gave it to Milagros.

All in.

Nothing held back.

No boundaries.

I understood him.

Completely.

“Yes,” I repeated.

“Do you agree with me?”

I felt tears sting my eyes as I replied, “Yes, honey.”

“You’re mine.”

I nodded.

“I’m yours.”

I nodded again.

He pressed the pads of his fingers in and dipped his face even closer. “It’s a beautiful war, baby.” He dipped so close, the tips of our noses brushed but his eyes never left mine. “And I…just…won.”

Looking into his eyes as he said those words, that’s when I started crying.

He pulled away an inch and let me, his thumb circling my temple, catching the tears because they were there, but only because of that. Mostly, he just let them fall.

I did too.

Deacon let me cry for a while before he was done with it.

And I knew he was done when he asked, “Can I take that as your surrender?”

“Doesn’t feel much like surrendering,” I told him quietly.

His lips quirked and he replied, “Then I’ll take that as your surrender.”

My eyes slid to the side on my “Whatever.”

“Cassie?”

I looked back to him.

“Baby, you got work to do,” he informed me.

“Sorry?”

“Shocked as shit, it feels good, but it’s gotta go, and I want your mouth wrapped around my cock when you pull it out.”

His words made me squirm underneath him.

“Fuck, she likes it up the ass any way she can get it.”

My eyes narrowed. “You said you liked it too.”

He put pressure on my head with his hand until it turned and then he put his lips to my ear.

“Let you plug me before I bind you and I’ll work you full. You up for that?”