Page 43 of Bind Me

His hot breath is on my neck as he chuckles. “Trust and fighting me are two very different things.”

“I beg to differ.” I gasp the words, my body heating up, the fire between my legs soaking me. Fire burns off his body, and he’s so close now, inches from kissing me, from claiming me, that it’s becoming impossible to think straight.

One of his tentacles starts slithering up my leg, the touch cooling against my skin, while another winds around my waist, dipping under my top, finding skin.

A moan slides over my throat at the sensation of his touch, at him holding me in place.

“Trust is knowing I won’t harm you, Sasha. Fighting me… well, that’s just foreplay.”

I snort, half out of nerves, half out of frustration. “Is that what you call this?”

His lips graze my ear, and my chest pushes out toward him as if even my body betrays me in my need for him. When another tentacle slides up my other leg and pulls them apart, I can already feel my resolve weakening.

“You’re mine, Sasha.” His grip tightens on me. “You’re never leaving me. You belong to me.” Then he licks my earlobe, tugging it into his mouth, sucking on it, leaving me completely helpless.

As much as I desire him, as much as I desperately want to give myself to him, I also want him to know he doesn’t control me.

Chapter 13

Sasha

“Kiss me,” Kaden urges, and Universe help me, I lean in closer to him at his command.

The glint in his eyes, and the mischievous grin from the power he knows he carries over me make me weak. He runs a hand from my waist over my ribs, his thumb grazing across my stiff nipple over the fabric of my tank top, leaving me breathless. Lust curls up to my gut, holding me prisoner for him.

I push a flat hand to his bare chest, the skin still wet yet on fire, but he reaches for me, grabbing me by the wrist.

“Kaden,” I say with as much warning behind my voice as I can manage.

“You don’t resist me, little mermaid.” His tentacle is gliding up my inner thighs as he steps between my spread legs, me sitting on the sacrificial table, my ass on the edge. My pajama shorts are drenched with the arousal that consumes me.

Shaking my head, even as I spread my legs a bit wider, the hunger I feel for him is becoming unbearable. Of course, my body betrays me, and I tilt my chin up to meet him, my eyes closing. The pulse deep inside me throbs.

His mouth is on mine, his breath racing, his tongue meeting mine. He kisses like a demon, forceful and taking what he craves, never relenting. He isn’t letting me go; he said so himself.

And he isn’t allowing me to leave him tonight, not until I give him what he desires.

Something I’ve yearned for since first meeting him, since our first kiss, since he claimed me as his fated mate.

Fireworks burst behind my eyelids as he suckles my tongue, a pleasing groan grazing my throat at the way he cherishes me. I can’t escape the anticipation of what he’d be like when we take things further… because I’m not a fool. I feel his erection against my inner thigh, how mouthwateringly hard he is for me. I’ve never been this wet for any man.

I can’t help myself. I know I need to show him he doesn’t rule over me, but I’ve never felt this horny, this intensity, over anyone.

My hands trace up to his neck, pressing closer while his tentacles wind in and out of my shorts and my tank top, tugging at the fabric, pulling them off me. In a heartbeat, his hands fall to my waist, and he lifts me off the table long enough to have my shorts ripped off me and down my legs. My eyes flip open, a starved sound in my throat.

He leans in closer, setting me back down as he licks my lips, then he breaks so his tentacles can wrench my tank top up and over my head.

And there I am, naked, shivering with uncontrollable need, my legs spread, granting him full access.

His stare undoes me. His tongue pushes out, dragging across his lips as his gaze dips down my body.

“This is how I love to see you, how I’ve dreamed of this moment. It’s what my beast has been torturing me for… to make you ours.”

“Please, Kaden, give me what I need, then.” I swallow the thickness in my throat, barely able to stand the arousal deepening in my gut at how the smallest breeze across my pussy has me shuddering.

He’s wearing that smile again as he leans in, his mouth on my neck, whispering, “I never rush a meal.”

He covers me in kisses across my collarbone, then lowers himself to my breasts and gently bites down on my nipple, making me cry out. His hand finds my other breast, squeezing it, pinching my tip. He takes the nipple into his mouth, sucking down hard, his breath over my skin. I can tell he’s enjoying himself, the grunting sounds of someone struggling to contain himself.

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