Page 105 of Beneath the Burn

The affection in his eyes drained away, replaced by something primitive and stern. She could feel the change in his body, too, as he spread over her, hard-packed and heavy, and jerking in stiff, hasty movements.

She bucked uselessly against the binds as he drew the head of his erection up and down through her sopping folds. His weight pressed her body into the bed and his mouth fed on hers, one manic kiss after another. His control was slipping, his mouth moving in earnest, clumsy caresses.

Because he wanted her. Not as a possession to own. Not as a paying client. He wantedher. A sense of power swept through her, at odds with the vulnerability of her bound body.

He dropped his brow to hers and gripped the inside of her thigh. “I’m going to fuck you now.” His words raised the hair on her neck, and he buried himself in one piercing thrust.

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Warm. Slippery. Comforting. Better than any fantasy Jay had ever conjured. He felt every clench and pull of Charlee’s narrow passage. He fuckingfelther.

If he moved, even an inch, he’d shoot off and end it before it even started. So, he hung onto her tight little body, his hips biting into hers, hands squeezing her ass, and coached his breath.

With one ankle tied down, she wrapped the other around his back and ground against him, her inner muscles grabbing hold of his shaft, sucking him in deeper.

Tingles rippled over his glans and his balls drew up. “Stop moving,” he ground out.

She continued her torturous flexing and blew out a half-sigh, half-groan.

The seductive sound and the caress of her breath threatened to flatten his control to pulp. He tweaked her nipple. “That includes no breathing.”

A laugh skated past her lips, contracting her cunt, and stealing his brain cells.

He shoved a hand between them and clasped her circling hip. “I mean it, Charlee. Give me a minute.”

What was she doing to him? He’d never experienced this problem. Quite the opposite, in fact. She had him so completely under her spell, he couldn’t even fall asleep beside her. Instead, he had to throw himself off the bed and jack off like a blue-balling virgin.

Her fists flexed in their bonds, nails piercing her palms, knuckles blanched. She strained against him, her eyes huge and round. They begged as if uncertain he would deliver the pain she needed.

He’d spent his entire adult life seeking transitory moments of distraction, a buzz, a high, a meaningless orgasm. Now he had Charlee, and he was terrified he would make a mistake, do something stupid, and lose her.

He tilted her chin up, made her look at him. “No matter what happens, no matter where we go from here, we go together.”

Damned if her pussy didn’t squeeze with each word he said. Her body relaxed into the bed and a smile kissed her beautiful lips.

As charming as she was, he needed a verbal acknowledgement. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Those two words saturated the gaping hole inside him, a hole that had been empty for so fucking long. For a fleeting moment, he let it morph into a more explicit meaning. To have and to hold, for pleasure, for pain.

Eyes locked with hers, he lowered his mouth to her breast and went after her nipple. He tried to focus on what he was about to do and not the soft, wet heat sucking on his dick. He lined his teeth around the precious nub and bit. Hard.

Her neck arched, and a coppery flavor washed his tongue.

Oh God, no. There wasn’t supposed to be blood. He looked into her eyes, and the smoldering arousal he found there both scared him and turned him on.

“The other one,” she said softly and without a hint of misgiving.

“No! You’re bleeding.” Shit, that came out too gruff, and he knew his expression was a mask of horror.

Her face pinched and her head turned away. “Okay.”

Well, that was one way to ward off premature ejaculation. “Look at me.”

She did, her eyes glassy with shame.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. I’m fumbling. I know it. And this is too damn important to fuck up.”

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