Vicious didn’t wait to give her what she needed, to give her what they both needed. He’d give her the pain she needed, the pain she didn’t know she’d wanted until he’d touched her. They were two halves of the same whole, and because they were mates, everything they did together would be heightened, that much more intensified and pleasure-filled. If she wanted pain, he’d give it to her, because her pain was his pleasure. He unrestrained her from the bench, but had her pressed to the wall across from him second later. For several seconds, all Vic did was stare at her, his mate, his female. She stood before him naked and looking so fucking beautiful. He was starving for her. “Don’t move.” Vic walked over to the table, smoothed his hand over the table that held the canes, the whips, and all the other implements he’d use from this point on to pleasure his woman. He grabbed the cane, knowing she’d showed interest in it when she’d been touching the toys. Walking back toward her, he set the cane down, admired her a bit longer, and knew this woman, this mate, would be it for him.
