Page 68 of Hostile Bond
“Come on, let's get you back into bed.”
His fingertips skate down my bare arms, the sensation wickedly ticklish. Our fingers interlink and he guides me across the room to the narrow bed.
“So, what’s the story? What do you need me to tell Conal?” I ask, gingerly sitting on the bed and climbing under the sheet.
When he stiffly sinks into the faux leather armchair at my bedside and blows out a heavy sigh, I tap the skinny sliver of mattress next to me and shuffle over to the farthest edge to make more room for his brawny physique. “Climb in.”
He bites his bottom lip and stares at me quietly. “If I get into that bed with you…” A tingly swell of arousal starts building in my core. “I won't be wearing this shitty gown, and neither will you.”
“Why…” I say softly, feigning innocence. “… because you want to compare scars? I think mine will trump yours given there are more stitches, Hotshot.”
He laughs and stands, ripping the ties apart with little effort. “Take yours off too.”
I sit upright, wincing a little and unfasten the knot at my nape.
“When you’re up to it, we’ll discuss your punishment for hijacking the jet and putting too many motherfucking miles between us,” he states. The mattress dips when he settles beside me, both of us facing inward, our noses lightly brushing. “… and for breaking my number one rule.”
“I’m sorry, Dré. I really am.”
“I don’t want you to apologize, Wifey. Not when you were trying to do the right thing the wrong way. But I do want to hear you beg. Fucking over and over again.”
Goosebumps shoot across every inch of me when his pelvis nudges in closer to let me feel his steel-like dick. His eyes sparkle. The rich darkness lit up from the daylight streaming in through the window.
A warm hand squeezes my breast, his fingers manipulating the flesh.
“Absolutely no fucking until you’re well enough to take every inch of me in multiple different positions.”
“You’re already punishing me.” I lick my lips, wanting him so much it hurts.
“It’s for your own good.”
“Really?” I pant, nudging closer to him, my lustful challenge testing us both.
Overwhelming heat rushes through my veins as his touch skates to my belly, careful not to go near the tender skin around my dressing.
“Dré…” I moan, my haywire desire ready for detonation.
“Believe me… being so close to these gorgeous tits is teasing my self-restraint.” He grunts from the back of his throat. “Put your hand on my dick, Wifey.”
And I do. I slip my hand under the sheet and fist the length of him while hitching my knee upward. We both groan in unison. He traces his tongue across the seam of my lips and drives it into my mouth. I willingly open for him, as I always have done, even when I’d tried to pretend that I wasn’t attracted to him in the past. My breath quickens from the way his slippery tongue thrusts into my mouth.
As my arousal soars, so does his. The pressure of his horny, hungry kisses puts me in a trance. Intoxicating lust thickens the sterile air and we lose ourselves in urgency.
His lips break away. “I thought I’d lost you, Sin…” Our foreheads gently meet. His eyes are sincere and fierce, while mine are filled with sorrow and complete adoration. “I never want to feel that way again.”
When he roughly cups my bare pussy, I almost cry out from the stimulation. My skin flushes and my nipples harden. He quickly finds my swollen clit while I choke his weeping dick, pumping at it as our arms clash like swords, fighting for space to take care of each other, the friction making us both moan.
We grind together, clashing powerful emotions, staring into each other's eyes. Together, we work in tandem to electrify our connection and hunt the closeness we both crave without causing each other more injury.
The sexual rumble of his grunts reaches right inside me, driving me insane, pushing me to a cliff where I would happily tip over––with him.
The heat of his skin is an aphrodisiac.
Those carnal noises of his are erotic.
And the smoothness of his solid shaft is enough to unhinge my desires.
My skin blazes where we touch. Sharp teeth find the curve of my throat and his long fingers plunge inside of me, the thrill of it making me gasp. A grazing bite on my shoulder sends delightful shocks right through me.
