Page 21 of Sweethearts and Savages
I let out a frustrated yell. “No. I want to do it tonight. I don’t want to be broken anymore.”
He leaned forward a little, keeping his body from crowding me. “Okay, baby. I’ve got an idea. Do you trust me?”
I nodded. I did. Despite my freakout, I trusted Bohdie. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.
He nodded and stood. “Okay. Give me a minute. Don’t go anywhere.” He disappeared into his closet, and I was left half-naked on his bed, my self-loathing rolling around in my brain.
He came back holding a tan leather belt. He did a complicated loop, and then I swear, he origami-ed it into a set of cuffs.
“Were you a boy scout by any chance?” I said in a husky voice.
He shook his head as he slowly stripped off his clothes, and I totally forgot what I was saying. Because he was unleashing inch after torturously slow inch of that perfect golden flesh and my brain just melted into goo. He reached into the drawer, pulled out a condom and put it on with practiced ease.
When he was naked and protected, he kind of unceremoniously flopped onto the bed beside me. He turned his head, capturing my lips in a kiss that felt more like a promise. I deepened the kiss, my body taking over from my whirring brain.
He pulled back with a groan. “Pull the belt end,” he murmured, his voice rough with lust. I looked above our heads, and realized he’d shackled himself to the headboard. Made himself vulnerable for me. That had to go against all his Alpha instincts.
“Bohdie,” I whispered, but he was shaking his head.
“Tighten the belt, Princess, and then press that beautiful fucking body against mine. I’m dying for you right now.”
I tugged at the end of the belt. “Harder, baby.” I tugged it until it sat snuggly around his wrists, but there were arteries and all sorts of things in the wrists that I didn’t want to damage. Besides, he was a damn Alpha lion. He could snap those cuffs in an instant.
But the illusion of control? It was calming the raging tumult in my brain.
When I was sure they were tight but not too tight, I straddled his lower abs, curling my body so I could kiss him. He pressed up like he couldn’t help himself, and I felt the slide of his cock against my ass as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. I broke the kiss and pulled my shirt over my head, quickly followed by my lacy bra. Bohdie’s eyes ate me alive.
“What do I do now?” I whispered, and he gave me that sexy, crooked grin.
“Whatever you want, Princess. You’re setting the pace. You’re in control.”
Me. In control. I wanted to laugh, but he was kind of right. I had an Alpha lion beneath me, his throat bared. Vulnerable. I was doing this on my terms, and Bohdie was letting me. I knew what I wanted, what Bohdie wanted, and now was the time to take it.
I lifted myself off his hips, scooting down, my core running over Bohdie’s cock, making us both whimper. My hand stroked the hard length of his cock, lining him up with my entrance. Bohdie looked flushed, his muscles taut like he was straining. Deep down, I knew he was straining to keep himself still.
“Go slow, Princess. Easy.”
He cooed sweet things, little words of encouragement, as I sank onto his dick. As the head breached my entrance, he started to swear softly. His body glistened and I could tell he was fighting himself.
“Jesus, Enit. You feel so fucking good. Oh, fucking Moon Goddess,” he groaned as the slight sting passed and I continued my slow descent to take him all. An inch or two from bottoming out, I let myself drop, making us both shout.
I rested there for a second, my body acclimating to the fullness of Bohdie. It felt delicious and wicked and so damn right.
“You okay, Princess?” I dragged my gaze from where I was staring at our joined bodies to meet Bohdie’s eyes. There was real concern there, and I couldn’t—no, didn’t want to—contain the smile that broke across my face.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more perfect.”
He curled his body up as far as he could and I leaned forward, my hands on his shoulders, to kiss him. His kiss was soft and beautiful, the kind of kiss you remembered forever. He pulled back, his golden eyes sparkling. “You are perfect.”
I grinned against his lips, pushing his chest until he was flat on his back again. Then I dragged myself back up his dick, and my eyes crossed. Holy shit. That was good.
Eventually, after a few more experimental slides, I hit a rhythm that promised to destroy us both. Bohdie was groaning, his hips rising to meet mine, by no means a passive participant in our lovemaking, despite the fact he was still tied to his headboard.
The orgasm came from nowhere. It was a steady hum deep in my belly in one moment, and then it was a baseball bat hitting me up the side of the head the next.
I flopped down as my muscles turned to jelly, and Bohdie caught my lips, his hips rolling as he thrust his way through my orgasm, and then the next.
Finally, he buried his face in my neck and came with a shuddering gasp.
