Page 48 of Bound By Crimson
He didn’t need to.
Every motion said what his mouth didn’t:
You’re mine.
And she was already unraveling for him.
Her breath hitched—then shattered into short, desperate gasps.
Every nerve in her body lit up as his mouth moved with exquisite torment—slow, deliberate, merciless.
He read her like a story only he had the right to open, savoring every trembling page.
Her head fell back, lips parted in a silent cry as pleasure clawed its way up her spine.
She reached upward, searching—needing.
Her hands found the carved edge of the mirror above her, and she clung to it like it might hold her together.
Her thighs quivered around his shoulders, helpless to the rhythm he dictated.
And still, he didn’t stop.
Her cries filled the candlelit room, raw and uninhibited.
She no longer knew where her body ended and his began.
Every flick of his tongue, every graze of his stubble, sent jolts of heat crashing through her until she was nothing but sensation—liquid, wild, undone.
It was too much.
And not enough.
Tears stung her lashes. Her hips bucked. Her moans twisted into gasps, into sobs of ecstasy.
She was breaking.
She was burning.
She was unraveling beneath him.
Then—
His eyes.
He looked up at her through heavy lashes, still devouring her, still in control.
That stare.
That dominance.
And she shattered.
Her climax hit like a storm. Violent. Beautiful. Endless.
Her body arched.
Her scream echoed, primal and desperate.
