After a quick but thorough clean-up of both his chest and Olivia’s strap-on, they crawled back onto the bed. Luke’s legs were practically shaking from having to move, and he felt like he’d been completely drained of… well, everything. His ass was slightly sore, but in a good way that reminded him of everything they’d just done, and his dick and balls felt exquisitely sensitive.

Olivia reclined against the pillows while he rested his head on her shoulder, her arms gently curved around his, while he curled around her like she was a giant teddy bear. Her fingers gently stroked through his hair, making him want to sigh with pleasure at her gentle touch.

“So was it everything you wanted?” she asked, her voice gentle but teasing.

Luke snorted. “It was more than I could have imagined,” he said honestly. “Also, not to sound too needy, but please don’t ever leave me.”

Laughing, she tugged his head back so she could plant a kiss on his lips. Luke reached up to caress the back of her neck, kissing her back but holding her gently so she was still in control of the encounter.

When she pulled away, her gray eyes were gentle, like a haze of fog on a dewy morning. “I wouldn’t worry too much about that. I’m pretty sure I love you.”

“I know.”

She tugged his hair harder, tilting his head back at a much more uncomfortable angle as she raised her eyebrow at him, her gaze turning flinty.

The ‘mean look.’

“This is not the time to quote Star Wars at me, Luke Evans,” she said in her best no-nonsense Domme voice.

If he hadn’t been completely depleted, his cock would had jumped at it.

“Sorry, Scarlet,” he said, grinning. What? That had been way too good an opportunity to pass up. “What I meant to say is, I love you.”

“Good cupcake.”

Her hand tugged more gently, pulling him up so they could get back to the very serious business of kissing. Slowly. Intimately. Taking the time to enjoy each other.

He hadn’t known falling in love could be like this. Hadn’t known submitting to a woman could be so fulfilling.

Olivia was his now and he was hers.

And they’d only just begun.

Epilogue

Stronghold was an urban fortress of sex, sin, and kink. The club was blatantly in-your-face about what it provided, especially after a walk-through of the Dungeon.

Marquis was quiet seduction, an invitation to watch those in the spotlight while indulging your own desires in the dark. There were plenty of shadows to hide in, making everything feel a little bit more secretive, a little bit more wicked.

Except for those on stage, of course.