Free Sanctuary by Eden Bradley

breathe. She was a being of pure sensation, all of it blending together, pain and desire. When she came this time it was like breaking shards of glass: that sharp, that shattering. Pleasure ripped through her body at a thousand miles an hour. She came so hard she couldn’t even scream.
    When it was over she collapsed onto her stomach, shivering. After a few moments she became aware of his ragged breath, of the heat of his big body near hers.
    â€œFuck, Devin. You really are going to be the end of me.”
    Maybe she should be worried, but she felt a deep sense of pleasure at his words, at knowing she affected him with the same impact he did her.
    After one night with this man, her sense of self was shifting. Certainly what she knew of herself as a sexual being. And she was pretty damn sure other parts of her life were about to change.
    Tomorrow she might feel differently, might feel that intense need for control once more. But for tonight, she chose to give it all over to him.
    Shaye.
    He might very well be the end of her too.

Chapter Five
    Devin lay curled up next to him, silent tears sliding down her flushed cheeks. Shaye wiped them away with careful fingers, pushed her long, wild hair from her face. This was part of his job too, caring for the bottom when they crashed. He was always able to do it without emotional involvement. Just do his job, take care of the girl until she calmed down. He could do it in his sleep. Why was this time so different?
    He felt her tears, damn it! What the hell was that about? But he had to think only of her right now.
    â€œShh, Devin. You’re okay,” he crooned to her. “You’re crashing. We talked about this earlier, remember?”
    She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
    â€œYou’ll be okay in a little while. Just let it happen, this crash. Crash into me. Into my arms. I’ve got you.”
    He pulled her closer, trying to ignore the hammering of his pulse in his veins. The heat coming off her was incredible. That and the sweet scent of her hair, making him want to keep her safe. From everything. Maybe even from him. That was part of his job as a Dom too. Wasn’t it?
    But it went far beyond that with her. There was more here than that ever-present sense of responsibility. Something about her…
    She was sexy as hell, no doubt about it. But beneath that was an intrinsic innocence he hadn’t seen in even the youngest girls who came to the club, the brand new twenty-one-year-olds. The innocence he saw in Devin wasn’t necessarily virginal. No, there was something in her eyes, something about the way she’d given up that power struggle so easily, even though it was obviously against her nature. She was still strong. He’d never viewed the ability to submit as something weak, anyway. But there was definitely something special about her.
    It was almost too much to think about with her warm in his arms, her scent all around him, and his heart thundering in his chest as though he’d run a fucking marathon. And his poor, neglected cock still hard as ever.
    It occurred to him in a flash that he wanted to take her out of the Ring. Had to get her out of there. Had to take her someplace more…significant.
    He wanted to take her to Sanctuary, that most exclusive of BDSM clubs he’d belonged to for almost three years.
    Why the hell was he even considering such a move?
    He had never taken a girl there before. But Devin…Devin was special—he knew it already in some insanely certain way. She was worthy of that place. And on so many levels it scared the shit out of him. But once he had it in his head that he had to take her to Sanctuary, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
    He fell asleep in her four-poster bed with images of presenting Devin at Sanctuary. With the half-formed idea of how he would propose it to her, taking her to this most formal and extreme place.
    Could she handle it? He knew she could. The bigger