Page 48 of Bond Strength

I flicked on the lights, necessary with the waning sunbeams as evening stole into the night. When I turned around, seeing Declan in my space clicked something into place. Like adding the finalingredient to a recipe. I was mesmerized by his coiffed chestnut hair, his dark glasses framing heartbreaker blue eyes. The way his tight tee and form-fitting jeans showcased the lithe body that felt so damn good entwined with mine. God, he was perfection in human form, and I’d been yearning for so long my heart didn’t know how to stop.

The sight of him here made my chest ache.

Declan swept past me, heading toward my living room with a confidence that sent a thrill up my spine. He knew what he wanted and didn’t make any apologies about it, and that was sexy as hell. His messenger bag turned into a bag of holding with the amount of shit he kept pulling from it, but I had the feeling more was in store.

He set it down on my couch and then faced me. “Here or your bed?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. The bed might be a little easier, but I loved the idea of christening this space too. An idea struck me, and I veered toward the futon. “I’ve got a solution.” With a few deft motions, the futon was unfolded and flat. “Now I’ve got the perfect space to get you on your hands and knees for me.”

I licked my lips as Declan approached, a hunger roaring inside me that grew by the second. He’d set out the parameters and placed his trust in me. That gift was a heady thing, not to be wasted.

I’d give him a night he’d never forget.

Declan tugged a blue scarf from his messenger bag and placed it on the futon. “For the blindfold.”

“I’ll go snag my restraints.” My mind reeled with ideas of how to bind him up and fuck him. God, he was going to look so gorgeous splayed out for me. “I want you stripped down and on your hands and knees when I get back.”

When I met his gaze, he offered a smart grin, but he’d started to tug his tee up and over. Heat rushed through me with the force of therapids. My cock had woken up and tested the confines of my pants while the need built inside me. Right. Restraints.

I strode into my room and grabbed the essentials—condoms, plenty of lube, and the leather wrist and ankle restraints I liked best. I wanted to fuck into him all night long until he couldn’t erase the feel of me in his mouth, in his hole. Like we’d merged into one, and nothing could sever us.

When I stepped back into the living room, the sight of Declan naked on my futon knocked the breath from my lungs.

His form was pure art, all slender limbs, that peachy ass gorgeous and tempting. His hair was already a little mussed, and I couldn’t wait to see how wrecked it got after I fucked him over and over again. He waited patiently on his hands and knees, his ass thrust out like a gift, one I couldn’t wait to take advantage of. And when his gaze landed on me, well, goddamn.

Those blue eyes simmered with banked heat. Fuck, I was so damn lucky.

“How do you want me?” he asked. A thrill shot through me.

Every day for the rest of my life. But I bit back the response and kicked off my shoes and socks instead, ditched my pants and boxers, followed by my shirt after. My whole body crackled with sheer electricity, the air surrounding us alight with it.

Declan Brannon was everything my heart longed for, and tonight, I would make him mine. Again and again and again.

I stepped up behind him and grabbed the blue scarf from beside him. “I’ll position you the way I need you. We’ll follow the same system as before—red if anything is too much, snap if it’s too much and your mouth is full. I’ll start with the blindfold.” The fabric was soft, and I wrapped it around his head and tied it. His shoulders untensed the slightest fraction, so clearly, this was workingfor him.

God, so damn sexy.

I ran my fingertips along his side, the curve of his ass, down his legs, memorizing the feel of him. I grabbed one of the restraints, which jangled in my hand, and then clasped it around his wrist. I followed suit with the other wrist and brought both arms down by his ankles. Once I fixed the ankle restraints on, I connected the two so each wrist was pinned by the ankle, making him easier to maneuver.

“You can rest your head,” I said. “I’ll be keeping it plenty busy soon enough.”

Declan slumped forward into the cushion of the futon, and I positioned myself behind him.

“God, you’re so damn pretty.” I ran my hands along his sides. A shiver raced through his body. “I’m going to take care of you tonight, baby. Until you’re nothing but a whimpering puddle in the aftermath.”

Tonight, I would make sure Declan Brannon knew who he belonged to.

Because he’d always been mine.

Chapter nineteen

Declan

The second Noah clicked the restraints around my wrists and ankles, something in me silenced.

It was like the difference between the hum of an air conditioner in the background to then facing blessed, blessed quiet.

And Noah brought the quiet for me like no one else.

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