Page 58 of Bound
My eyes drop to her lips. To the glossy bottom swell that is like the plumpest, most succulent fruit. It would taste like it, too. I know it. “You are beautiful and intelligent, Amoret. But not evil.” My heart quickens its pace as her lips part.
Before I can think about it, my hand flies out, gripping hers and pulling it from my arm. She lets out a small sound of surprise as I walk her back toward the tree. Her back meets the bark, forcing her to arch upward.
My eyes roam over her, taking in the soft curves visible under her dress. The way the fabric plays along her thighs. The small bow holding it all together.
One tug and her gown would open, framing the delights of her body. The ones I can almost taste on my tongue.
How much experience does she have? My innocent Amoret?
My fingers tighten over her wrist at the thought of anyone else burying their face between her legs. It should be my hair alone that she grips as she holds me to her heat. As she quakes around me. Over me. Under me.
The sound that spills from my lips is a growl of want. Of dominance.
She trembles in my grasp, her thighs shifting and clenching under the raised hem of that infernal dress. My eyes lock on the motion. “Are you well, Amoret?” My voice is not my own. Deep and rasping to the point of gravel crashing down a hill.
“It’s warm …” she hedges. “That’s all.”
The lie rings in my ears and my teeth bare in a wolfish smile. “Is it?”
“Yes,” she croaks, like she has already been screaming my name.
I grip the little tie binding her dress closed. Her chest heaves, drawing my focus to the creamy mounds visible through the plunging neckline. There is a faint push from her beaded nipples into the pink fabric.
My flames build in my gut with a wash of heat.
Could she want—
A distant screech of tires rips through the erratic beat of my heart.
I pull away from her, my head whipping back toward the road.
Just in time to watch the SUV speed off back the way we came.
