Page 171 of Fractured Devotion
“Satisfied?” he asks, his voice rough and strained.
“Not yet,” I answer, leaning down until my lips brush his ear.
“Tonight,” I whisper, “you answer every question I ask. You take every touch I give. And you don’t come until I say so.”
His breath shudders out, caught somewhere between arousal and something darker. “You’re playing with fire,” he rasps.
“Good,” I murmur, trailing my lips down his throat. “Because I intend to burn us both.”
Everything else—the countdown, the clinic, the chaos I’ve set in motion—fades.
Tonight, there’s only this.
Only him.
Only me.
And the storm we’re about to unleash.
Chapter 50 – Celeste - Dead Drive
His wrists are still bound when I straddle his hips, the heavy leather cuffs biting into his skin. His breath is shallow, but his gaze is unwavering and burning as I settle on top of him.
“You wanted this,” I murmur, rocking my hips slowly against the thick press of him beneath me.
Kade lets out a deep groan, the chains straining with his instinct to move, to grab, to dominate. But he can’t.
Not tonight.
“And now you’re mine to use,” I add, my fingers tracing along his chest, my nails dragging down to his ribs with deliberate cruelty.
He shudders under me, his every restrained muscle flexing. “I’ll take everything you give,” he rasps.
“Oh, Kade,” I whisper, leaning close enough for my lips to brush his ear. “You’ll give far more than you think.”
I slide my hand down, curling my fingers around the hard length of him. His body jolts beneath me, his breath catching.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
I slow down, savoring the moment and watching the way his chest heaves beneath me. I trail my fingers along the sharp lines of his abdomen, dragging my nails lightly over his skin. My hand slides higher, my fingertips grazing his nipples.
He gasps at the touch, his body arching toward me.
“Sensitive,” I murmur, circling the hardened peak with a steady flick of my tongue.
I bite down, just enough to make him jolt, then soothe it with a kiss. My hands never stop moving, tracing every inch of him and committing every reaction to memory.
I shift lower, kissing a soft, teasing path down his stomach. My breath fans across his skin as I settle between his legs.
I press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, just barely touching, letting him feel the heat of my breath as I trail kisses along the length of him.
He groans, straining harder against his restraints. “Fuck, Celeste,” he growls, his voice breaking.
I smile against him, letting my lips part as I take him in, slow and steady.
I swirl my tongue around him, savoring the way he shudders under my mouth.
I pull back with a soft pop, leaving him throbbing and desperate.
