Page 424 of Eternal
She writhes a little. “You’re such a menace.”
“Shhh.” My fingers brush the inside of her thighs again barely ghosting over where she’s already soaked and aching.
Then I dip between, only for a second, long enough for her to twitch.
“Fuck…”
I pull back slightly, dragging my mouth up her neck, pressing a kiss beneath her jaw.
“I will,” I murmured only for her ears to listen. “Don’t give me that look.”
Her eyes widened, pupils blown, lips parted, stunned and slightly scandalized in the way that made me grin.
“Oh, now you’re quiet?” I tease, tightening one of the knots a bit more. “Didn’t think that was possible.”
She glares playfully. “I’m saving my strength for when I break out.”
I chuckle darkly. “Mm. That’s cute. But you won’t.”
I kiss her again, long, hand cradling her jaw while the other slides over her ribs, her stomach, down again. I’m not rushing this.
She’s tied up, under me, breathing like she’s already halfway gone, and we haven’t even started.
I lower myself between her legs. “Let’s see how long you last,partner.”
She tugs at the ties again, more instinct than protest, and I watch the silk tighten, snug around her wrists. She’s completely spread out for me now, arms pinned, chest rising, lips parted like she’s already halfway undone.
“You know the more you tug,” I say, voice low, “the tighter it gets.”
She grins, that wicked, soft-lipped smile that always ruins me. “Maybe I want them tighter.”
God, I want to eat her alive for saying that.
I take a breath, steady, controlled. “Beautiful,” I murmur.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much, partner.”
I smirk, letting my hand ghost down the side of her body. “I wouldn’t say that,” I drop my voice, lower now. “I’m pacing myself.”
My fingers trace the curve of her ribs, over her stomach. “You know how many times I’ve thought about you like this?” I whisper. “Tied up. Needy. Ruined.”
She bites her bottom lip, like she’s trying to keep it together.
“Every time you talk back,” I keep going, dragging my hand across her hips, deliberately slow. “Every time you roll your eyes. Every time you pretend you’re not dying to be touched.”
I kiss the shell of her ear. “But I know you. You love being like this.”
She shivers underneath me, subtle, but enough to make my chest ache. I love how responsive she is, how good she sounds when I’m slipping a knee between her thighs, spreading her a little wider.
She tries to grind into me, barely, but I pull back, smiling against her neck.
“You think you’ve earned it already?”
“I’ve had a long day,” she breathes, still trying to sound like she’s not begging. “You should feel bad for me.”
I laugh quietly. “Oh, I do.”
My hand returns, firmer this time, brushing between her legs once, too fast, and gone again.
