Page 39 of Bound

Chapter Nine

Emery

His tongue swept insidemy mouth, devouring me like I was the air he needed to survive. Every ounce of my being needed this man.

When he spoke, I felt it. When he touched me, I felt it. It's as if I knew who this man was without needing any real confirmation. He isn't the bad guy. He's protected me, cared for me,saved me.

I didn't need to fear him, despite the nervousness sitting in my core. But it's not a fear of him, it's a fear of how badly I want this.

What are you doing Emery?

Why are you giving in to him?

Fuck it. None of it matters, I need to trust myself.

Everything else doesn't matter. Not how we got here, not who he was before we met, not what brought us to this place. All that matters was who he was when he took me. A knight in shining armor doesn't have to come riding in on a white horse, he only needs to be there when it counts.

And Porter was there when it counted most.

Kissing me harder, Porter drove his tongue into my mouth, tasting and dancing over the ridges. Swooping his hands around my face, he pulled me in, holding me tight.

I didn't want him to let me go, I wanted to be as close to him as possible. My insides twisted up like rope, afraid of what it would feel like if he suddenly released me, and pushed me away.

His hands felt too good, his arms felt too comfortable, this man was filling a void I didn't know existed.

Loneliness.

For that small space in time, I was whole, everything was perfect. I wasn't drowning, I wasn't suffocating with wonder and concern. I couldn't feel any of the pain anymore as our lips sealed and our breathing turned into labored gasps.

With firm fingers, Porter raked his hands through my hair, tugging my head back. For a split second, the slightest of moments, his eyes connected with mine, hesitant and worried that he might have hurt me.

Nodding, I moaned, giving him all the response he needed to know I liked what was happening. Savage and unhinged, his mouth thinned into a tight smirk as he glided flat hands down over my shoulder-blades and pulled me against his chest.

His touch was hard and gentle, it was fierce and sensual. He was touching me as if we had a history together, and he knew exactly how I liked it.

“Does your chest hurt?” he asked, delivering a tender nibble on my shoulder.

“A little, but I'm alright.” Running my hand up his stomach, I felt the sharp stone of his abs as he clenched his muscles. “I don't want you to worry about me, I can handle it.”

Letting out a breath of air, he whispered. “If I hurt you, you need to tell me. I don't ever want to cause you pain.”

“I will,” I said as his fingertips traced my spine, forcing my skin to prickle. “But, I'm not worried about you hurting me.”

His lips brushed my forehead as he spoke, and his cheek grazed mine as he pressed our faces together. The sharp edges of stubble scraped across my skin, making my pussy throb.

“Good, because all I want to do is make you feel good.” Growling, Porter dug his fingers into my hips as he bit my neck.

“I want you, Porter, I need you.” Working my fingers back down over his chest, I tugged at the hem of his jeans. “You have to finish what you started.”

“Fuck yeah I do.” Climbing onto his knees, he pressed forward, forcing me to lay back. “Princess, you have no idea what I could do to you. I'd fucking corrupt you if I could.”

Arching my back, I twisted my head into the pillow. “You already have.” My lids lowered, eyes twinkling with lust and hunger. “You corrupted me the second you touched me.”

Porter groaned, crawling over my chest, and staring down at me. Positioning his arms on either side of my head, he used his knee to spread my legs open. My stomach tumbled, filling with corded knots. He had me trapped in the best way possible.

Strong arms cradled my skull, thick muscles protected my body, and a firm bulge pressed angrily against my mound. My sex was wet, seeping liquid desire like his cock was thirsty, and my pussy was going to quench his needs.

Pushing the loose strands of hair away from my face, Porter held himself up, not allowing his body to put an ounce of weight on me. “Are you sure you want to do this? Because if not, now's the time to tell me. I can't promise I'll be able to stop if we go any further.”

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