Page 101 of Bound
“Unzip me, baby. I’ll do the rest.”
Oh, sweet gods.
I stare at him, trembling with need and the cold still seeping from his skin. But inside, I’m scalding. So hot. I glance at the solid door of the cell.
There are no windows. No way for someone to see inside. But the very notion that anyone could walk in makes my heart race.
My fingers fumble his zipper and his eyes glaze. I reach inside the tight denim and find the velvety length of his body.
Here he is as hot as always. Near to burning my palm. I stroke him and his eyes flutter. “Am I hurting you?” I breathe, unsure and wanton at one time.
His dark gaze locks with mine. “The only way you could hurt me would be if you walked away right now.”
My pulse fills my mouth, and I lick my dry lips at his honesty. His gaze locks on the motion.
“Stand and lift your dress for me,” he rumbles.
If I thought my eyes were wide before …
I climb to my feet, knees trembling, to raise the hem of my dress. The material flutters around my thighs. His eyes rivet on the slow rise of the fabric. “Closer, baby.”
Stepping into him, his warm breath ghosts over me through the lace of the panties I donned this morning. His hot, wet tongue darts out. I moan and press my hand to the cool wall to keep from collapsing.
“You taste so good, Amoret. So sweet.” Another soft lick. I spread my legs more as my apex pulses with need. “Good girl,” he croons.
His lips fasten on my pearl through my panties and my legs try to buckle. Nails gouging stone, I pant through the sharp throb of desire and manage to keep my feet.
“Fuck, Amoret.” He licks me again. “Take the lace off and sit down, baby. Just like you did this morning.”
I push away from the wall and slip the scrap of underwear off. There is no hesitation. I want him. Here. Now. Soft pale light gleams under his skin as I lower myself over him.
It’s harder to maneuver his thickness into my channel without his help, and I growl in frustration. His eyes spark at the sound.
“Grab me in your hand, Amoret.” I reach between us and hold his now throbbing member in my palm. Though his eyelids lower a bit and his teeth flash, he says, “Feel how wet you are? How slick?” Heart racing, I nod and angle him to where my body aches for him to fill me. “Now ease down slow, baby.”
Sinking my hips, his scalding tip presses into the warmth of my sheath. My eyes flutter at the tightness. The stretch. He groans and rocks his hips upward, meeting me inch by agonizing inch.
“Gage,” I pant.
“I know, baby,” he says, just as breathless, as he leans his head to my chest. “You feel so fucking good. So hot.” The rasping tone of his voice makes me arch and he slips all the way inside me.
We both still.
As it was the first time, there is a rightness to Gage being melded with my body. A beauty.
“If this isn’t love, Amoret,” he whispers, “it’s fucking close. No one has ever felt this damn good to me. You’re perfect, baby. So gods-damn beautiful.”
My heart swells and I rock my hips in answer, forcing him to glide in and out of my body. He sucks in his breath, his chest heaving under my hands.
Every thick press rubs me in wondrous ways, filling me. I know there will never be another that can stretch me like he does. That can spark such warmth, such hunger.
I press my head into the hollow of his throat and breathe in his scent. My hand tangles in his hair and he growls.
“I need to touch you, Amoret. Gods, I need to fucking hold you.” His words are equal parts frustration and that sexy growl.
“Let me hold you then, Gage,” I mutter against his skin and his hips jerk beneath me, filling me more than before. “Let me love you.”
“Yes, baby,” he says and his lips press into my temple, the kiss so tender it makes tears burn my eyes.
