Page 217 of BounBound By Scars

And I felt it. That warm, heavy heat blooming low in my stomach.

His shirt had come untucked somewhere between the doorway and now, and the top buttons were already undone. His chest rose and fell slowly, deliberately. Like he was waiting for me to make the first move.

“Trails can wait,” he said, stepping closer. “My cock can’t.”

I stared, lips parting.

He was smiling now—lazy, smug—but his hands were still at his sides, not touching me. Not until I gave him the word.

His restraint made something inside me clench.

He stepped in, brushing his knuckles gently over my bare arm. “Let me do my job,” he whispered. “Let me worship you. Tell me what to touch.”

I swallowed. Hard.

And moved his hands away from the hem of my sweater, to beneath it, fingers slipping under. “Can I taste you,Heer?”he asked, voice raw. “Please, baby… ask me to beg.”

God, this man.

My hands found the front of his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. “Why are you still wearing this?” I muttered.

He chuckled, pulling it off completely as his gaze held mine. “I’ll remove it. Anything for you,Heer.”

I backed him toward the bed, one step at a time, watching how his breath caught when my fingertips brushed his waistband.

“You like this?” I asked.

“I’ll love anything you give me.”

We fell onto the mattress, a tangle of heat and whispered curses. He was already pulling at my jeans.

“Taste me,” I whispered as he laid every inch of my skin bare.

He froze—just for a second—and then surged up, kissing me like I was the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, as his fingers surged inside me—eliciting a loud moan from me.

I stared at him, as he slipped his fingers out, and popped both in his mouth.

Well, that was one way to taste me.

I kissed him then. My tongue dove in eagerly as I straddled him.

When his mouth moved to my neck, he murmured, “Tell me where you want me. I’ll stay there as long as you need.”

I grinned, threading my fingers through his hair, grinding on him shamelessly.

“Remove your pants,” I whispered. “And lie down.”

He didn’t need to think twice. Within seconds I had him where I needed.

This man looked just as eager as the day he did when we first started this. When we first let our love consume us.

I climbed up slowly, my pussy nearing his face. Just a few inches away.

He licked his lips, waiting—watching me watch him unravel with need.

I smirked as his eyes darted between my face and my pussy.

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