Page 79 of Love's a Witch
“But,” I said, confused. Intrigued. I was used to taking the lead in the bedroom, having my needs met exactly as I wanted, leavinga lover sleeping and sated in the bed as I slipped out and moved to the next town. Not that I took lovers all that often, but when I did, I made it count.
“Let it happen.” Knox swallowed my next protest with a kiss, hitching me up against him, rubbing my body against his as he dropped me lightly onto the bed. I looked up at him, just simply admiring the view, as he stripped off his shirt. He’d changed into gray sweatpants at some point, slung low at the hips, and already the material was tented from where he wanted me. It was staggering, really, the number of muscles he had rippling across his abdomen, and his thick arms bunched as he reached up and ripped off a silken cord attached to the curtains around the bed.
“Knox!” I gasped. “Nooo, I can’t get in trouble for ruining another pair of curtains.”
“Don’t worry.” Knox loomed over me, the golden cord dangling lightly in hands. “Oswald already beat you to these.”
“What are you planning to do with…” I trailed off as Knox bent over and brushed the softest of kisses across my lips as he angled one of my arms over my head, and then the other. My hands brushed the cool wood of one of the posts on the four-poster bed, and I shivered as I realized his intentions.
“I get the sense that you won’t actually let me take charge unless I stop you from doing so.” Knox knelt, one knee pressed at the apex of my thighs, and I moaned as he pushed gently up, rubbing his thigh against where I wanted him most. I rolled my hips, my body arching, craving his touch. “But I’m going to need your permission first, Sloane.”
“You want to tie my hands up?” I gasped as I rocked against him, surprised at the need that had already built inside me. What was even more surprising was how unopposed I was to having him tie me up. Everyday Sloane would have balked at such a suggestion, but there was something about him that made me willing to try this. In fact, I was even becoming quite excited at just the thought of it.
“Aye, lass.” His timbre was low, a growl at my throat, and I couldn’t tell who was more surprised when a nervous giggle escaped from my lips.
“Um, yes, I think that would be nice,” I said, still rocking against his leg.
“Your safe word is ‘silk.’?”
“Bloody hell.” I gaped up at him. “Do I need a safe word? What do you plan to do to me?” Half-intrigued, half-terrified, I watched as he raised the cord over my head.
“I want you to feel safe, Sloane. That means you need an out.”
“Right. Silk.” Immediately, Knox stopped all movement and backed off, and I whimpered as his thigh left where I burned for him.
“No?” I asked stupidly as a soft grin crossed his face.
“If you say it, I stop,” Knox explained gently, firelight flickering across the hollows of his cheekbones.
“Oh. Right. Right. Um, you may proceed.” My throat went dry, and my nerves kicked up as he wound the silken cord around my wrists, pulling it tight enough that even when I tugged, I couldn’t easily slip my hands out. I was well and truly tied up, and a shiver of panic slipped up my back, making me a touch uncertain of what I’d just agreed to. I swallowed again as Knox leaned back and traced a finger sensually down my cleavage.
My clothes vanished, and I cried out.
“Knox!” Pulling at the cord, I writhed as I realized I had nothing to cover myself, and that I was just laid bare for this man, feeling exposed and uncertain. Embarrassment made my skin flush.
“Shhh,” Knox said, trailing his hands down my sides. His touch was warm, his caress insistent, and some of the nerves lessened as he devoured me with his eyes. “Stunning, sexy Sloane. I’ve dreamt of you.”
“You have?” I blinked up at him, derailed from my embarrassment, as he stood and walked to the table to get my glass of wine. Returning, he held it to my lips, and I gulped, grateful for the luscious wine to wet my throat.
“Och, about every night since you’ve been home. I’ve ached for you, Sloane. Touched myself over and over, craving this very moment. And now? It’s even better than my dream. Just look at you. Every man’s fantasy, laid out for my pleasure.”
“I don’t know about that,” I began, but Knox stopped my words with a kiss, his lips wet with wine.
“Maybe not every man’s, but mine. The only man who shall be fantasizing after you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Sloane, beautiful both inside and out, and I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Oh.” I wish I could have come up with something more eloquent, but all conscious thought left the building when he dipped a finger in the glass of wine and dripped some of the liquid onto my nipple. The cool liquid hit my burning skin, and I gasped as his mouth followed, hot and moist against my breast, his tongue swirling the peak as I arched into his mouth. Somehow, the man managed to drive me crazy, and I bucked under him, while he held the wineglass steady and away from where he bent to my breasts, his dark hair gleaming in the firelight. I wanted to run my hand through his hair, to keep him there, pressed against me, pleasure rocketing through me. But the fact that I could do nothing made it that much worse.
And somehow so, so, so much better.
Pleasure spiraled through me, like one of those whizzy firecrackers that burst out and buzzed around in circles, and I exploded under his touch, sobbing as he sucked my nipples, scraping his teeth lightly over me as I rode his thigh into oblivion. When I shuddered to a stop, gasping for air, Knox knelt above me, a cheeky grin on his face.
I gasped at the hundreds of silky pink plumeria flower petals on the bed.
“Did you do that?”
“No, darling. Remember, your magick tends to go a bit haywire when you’re… stimulated.” His hands traced languorously up and down my thighs.
“Whoops,” I said, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel bad about it. The flowers added an exotic flair to this moment, spicing the air with their sweet scent.
