Page 71 of Unbound By Shadows
When she raised her eyes to his, what he saw took his breath away. It was desire. Heat.Need.Her eyes were hooded, her cheeks pink. Nothing had ever aroused him so much as that look. His heart began to thunder against his chest as his cock went hard in an instant. Not even in his most fevered fantasies had he imagined her looking at him like this.
Moving closer to him on the bed, she reached up to cup his jaw. Gently pulling his head down to meet hers, she paused right before their lips met. Her voice was husky and a bit pleading as she whispered, “Distract me.”
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Sam’s every muscle tensed with uncertainty. Distract her? Surely she couldn’t mean… she couldn’t actually want to… He closed his eyes. Her scent and proximity were making him doubt his ability to understand her intentions.
“Sam?” she said softly. Her hand was still on his jaw. “Is this okay? If I kiss you?”
Swallowing thickly, he asked, “This is what you want?”
“Yes, I mean, not… all the way. Just messing around. Kissing and stuff,” She bit her lip and leaned back. “Unless you don’t want to—”
“I want to,” he interrupted, suddenly panicked that his hesitation could change her mind. He brought his mouth down to kiss her. Hard.
Sensation spread through his body, making him feel drunk with desire. Her lips were so giving against his. Soon he found himself stroking his tongue over her bottom lip.
Her mouth opened, and he swept his tongue inside then angled his head to deepen their kiss. She moaned, and this time he recognized the sound as one of pleasure. The way she teased and licked athim was maddening, but he needed more contact. Encircling her waist with his hands, he dragged her to sit sideways across his lap.
When she looped her arms around his neck, the hard points of her nipples rubbed against his chest through the robe, making tension coil even tighter within him. Her fingertips danced over his chest, making him consider tearing off his shirt. But that would mean he’d have to let go of her for a moment, which was unthinkable. Not when he desperately wanted to touch her more. He wanted to cup her breasts, to tease her nipples, then slip his hand between her thighs. To feel how soft she was there, how well she could receive him if he were to take her now. He could scent her arousal, but tofeelher become wet for him was unbearably tempting.
Yet he held back. Merely kissing and holding her was so arousing, he wasn’t certain he could handle any more. She began to writhe on his lap, causing dark urges to claw at his mind. His horns, deeply connected with his emotions, began to pulse.
Need more.
He needed to claim her. To take her body, hard and fast, right now. He imagined himself pushing her back on the bed. Immobilizing her so she couldn’t rub against him in that intoxicating way, then tearing off everything she wore. He would pin her wrists above her head so he could lick every part of her, possess every inch. Cover her body with his and drive into her, deep and hard. Then pound against her until she clawed at his back and cried out his name.
No. Gentle.
He needed to slow down before he lost control. She had asked for distraction—more precisely, a kiss. Not to be rutted over by a lust-drunk demon. He broke away from her mouth to brush his lips down her neck. Lightly. Softly. To settle him and cool his ardor.
She could undoubtedly feel his erection throbbing against her, and at first, he relished it. But when her fingers skimmed the top of his trousers, he pushed her hand away. She made a sound of frustration, but he didn’t care. There was only so much he could take. Henoticed that she was wriggling out of his lap, and anger flared that she was trying to escape him.
“What is it?” he demanded. She wore an expression of building ecstasy, but perhaps he had gotten too rough.
“Sam… I… I need you to… ” her voice was breathy as she kneeled on the bed.
“Tell me.”
“Don’t hold back. Touch me.”
His entire body shuddered. To beaskedto perform his deepest desire? He had never imagined such sweet torture. “Where?” he demanded.
“Everywhere.”
He tried not to lunge for her. She wanted more? He could give her more. He could give her everything she needed.
“Lie back,” he commanded, drawing from the deepest depths of his self-discipline. He needed to exercise some measure of control. To put limits on their encounter and remind himself that he was in charge of his own drives.
She did as he asked, and he stretched out beside her. This was his fantasy come to life. She was here—in a bed, willing and needful. And yet, he had become paralyzed with fear of making a mistake or spiraling out of control.
Propping himself up on an elbow, he couldn’t resist grinding his cock against her hip. She stretched her arms out, but he pushed her hands away.
“No. I need you to not touch me,” he said gruffly. When her face fell, he shook his head, hating that she thought this was a rejection.
“It’s too much,” he explained. “My control is… tenuous right now. I just need less pleasure. Will you help me in this way?”
She didn’t look convinced, yet she agreed. He gathered her wrists in one hand and lifted her arms to rest above her head on the bed. He brushed a stray hair from her face before saying, “Stay like this. Please?”
