Page 118 of True North

It’s when the pliers slide from my center that I cry out. Harry’s hand lands on my hip, his grip feral. His breathing is no better than my useless, ragged intakes. Heat consumes his deep blues, turning them almost black.

“I need you,” I pant, wishing I could grab for him.

The pliers fall from his hand and hit the ground with a thud. His hands wrap around one side of my face, squeezing a little. “Patience.”

He studies me for a moment, then dips, bending down. His palms push into my thighs, his tongue sweeping through my center.

“Ah, oh my go?—”

My hips leave the bench.

The heat of his tongue, his mouth... After the cold pliers, it’s too much.

I tug at the binds. The rope burns into my wrists. Rocking my hips, every breath leaves with a strangled cry.

His lip close around my clit. Sparks litter my veins, and heat swells in my core. Two calloused fingers slide into my center, and I explode. He sucks hard, sliding the rough knuckles of bent fingers curling up toward my front. I shatter around his sinking fingers.

Twisting on the bench, the sound of my release echoes through the old barn.

“Fuck, Louisa May. I want you on my cock now, woman.”

Not waiting for me to come down from sweet agony, he tugs the rope off the hook and over my head as he flips me over the bench. Nudging my legs apart, he leans over my back. “I’m gonna show you how much you’re fuckin’ mine. And why you’ll never run from me again.”

I cant my ass up, waiting. The zipper whines as he shoves his jeans down. His fat tip sweeps through my dripping center. I push back. Hands tied, all I can do is wriggle my hips in the hopes he gives in and shows me mercy.

His warm, tight grip lands on my hips, tugging me back toward him. He slams into me. The groan that follows is nothing short of feral. Seated to the base, he folds around me, brushing my hair from my face as his lips fall to my ear.

“This is for every night I had to go without you, Louisa May.”

Oh god.

He stretches me, fills me up completely.

It’s heaven, burning hot.

I can’t breathe.

Emotion clouds my senses. Regret for all the days we missed together. The ridiculous need I have for him. Tangled together, they’re a heady combination sending me higher. My legs tremble as he pulls out so slow, each inch feels like a mile.

I would take this walk with Harry, time and time again.

A hand leaves my hip to run up my spine. His fingers close around my hair and twist it around his wrist. I buck my hips.

God, more please.

He thunders into me, relentlessly.

Hard.

Fast.

Warm need runs down my thighs. Every time he rims my entrance with his fat tip, I almost buckle at the knees.

I move back a little, hunting for more, and he stills.

Hot breath hits the skin between my shoulder blades. “Mine, and I ain’t askin’. You give in to me, you hear.”

“Always,” I rasp. “I will always be yours.”

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