Chapter 23 #2
She resisted his pull. A thrill of fear ran through her. With her hands bound, she was helpless, vulnerable. Rationally, she knew he would never hurt her, but the primal part of her mind—the part that clung to her deep-rooted instinct for self-preservation—wouldn’t let her relax into this.
“Lea?” He loosened his grasp on her hair.
Her breath fluttered, quick and light. “Go slow?”
He stroked the back of her head. “You set the pace, sweetheart.”
His words eased some of her anxiety, allowing her trust in him to rise above her panicked instincts. She relaxed and inched forward.
His hand remained in her hair, but he didn’t use it to move her head, for which she was grateful.
At the first touch of her lips, he let out a sharp gasp, which intensified into a groan as she took his measure with her tongue.
He shuddered, and his hand grasped tighter in her hair, sending a pleasant prickle of pain over her skin that soothed the remaining edges of her nervousness.
His reactions made her confidence grow, and she allowed her tongue another slow pass over his length. If he could torment her with pleasure, then so could she.
She withdrew for a moment. “Perhaps now is a good time to mention that I once bit through someone’s ear with these teeth.” She clicked her teeth together gently.
A quiver ran through him, and when she put her mouth back on him, he seemed to have grown impossibly harder. “Gods below, Lea,” he hissed.
She chuckled. “You like that? I wager most men would have softened.”
He sifted his fingers through her hair, finding a tighter grip. “You terrify and arouse me in equal measure.” He gave her hair a hard, painful tug, jerking her head up so she was looking at him. “You’re brutal, you’re deadly, and you’re mine.”
He spoke with a low tenderness that made warmth flood her, of an altogether different kind than the heat throbbing in her core.
This was the danger he presented. It was one thing to enjoy the carnal pleasures they could find together.
It was entirely another to find herself grinning stupidly up at him as he said, “You’re mine” in that reverent yet possessive tone, all while on her knees in the midst of pleasuring him with her mouth.
So she slid him back into her mouth, taking him as deep as she could. It was easier to concentrate on that, rather than the emotions he stirred up within her.
“Fuck, Lea,” he groaned. “That’s so good.”
“Not too good, I hope,” she murmured at the end of one long pass of her lips. “I need you in suitable condition for what comes next.”
He laughed hoarsely. “You’re making that very difficult for me, sweetheart.”
“Should I stop? Is that all you can take?”
He gave her hair another strong yank, perhaps in retaliation for her flippant words. But it only had the effect of heightening her ardor, and she reflexively pressed her thighs together in a fruitless attempt to soothe the ache in her core.
Ever observant, his gaze caught her little movements. “I think that may be all you can take.”
She flushed, again embarrassed by the exposure of her need.
“Can you stand?”
She took a moment to find her feet, then engaged the strength of her abdomen and legs to rise smoothly. He watched her, and she didn’t miss the flare of heat in his gaze. Many men would have been put off by a woman who could best them physically, but Kallias seemed to relish it.
“Let’s see what else those strong legs can do,” he said, and beckoned her toward the bed.
He sank onto the mattress and put his hands on her shoulders to steady her as he brought her over him.
Her breath quickened as her thighs straddled his hips.
This position would be an interesting challenge with her hands bound, as she couldn’t brace her hands against his chest to provide leverage and support as she rode him.
Now, she’d have to rely entirely on the well-honed muscles of her thighs and the balance in her core to steady herself.
“This is how you want me?” she murmured, breathless, as she shifted into position atop him.
His hands gripped her hips. “You yourself gave me the idea the first time we were together. What was it you said? Lie back and let you do all the work?” He chuckled. “That sounded very appealing indeed.”
She snorted. “Lazy.”
“Maybe.” He traced his hands along her thighs. “I may as well put your strength to good use.”
She couldn’t wait any longer, and she sank down onto him, letting out a sigh as he filled her.
He hissed a word in his native Greek which had the flavor of an expletive. The clasp of his hands tightened on her hips. His eyes fell shut, his features tensing, sharpening, as lust took hold.
She eased him deeper until her hips settled atop his. Oh, that’s good. She’d nearly forgotten the unique pleasure of being filled like this, but now it all came rushing back.
Kallias groaned as she flexed her hips, testing the feel of him. “Don’t. Move,” he bit out. “Just for a moment.”
She allowed herself a smug smile, pleased at the effect she had on him.
Then he slid a hand between her legs, and her smugness vanished as he caressed the spot that begged for attention. A quiver ran through her, and her inner muscles clenched. He grunted, and his hips jerked beneath her, sending his cock even further into her.
“Gods below, I love the way you feel,” he panted.
Her hips rolled with the rhythm of his fingers, unable to keep still. She needed more, more—and if he stopped like he had earlier, she wasn’t sure she’d survive. “Please,” she gasped, her past reticence to beg stripped away by the all-consuming need. “Please, Kallias. Don’t stop.”
Maybe the begging worked, or maybe he just couldn’t resist either, for he didn’t stop.
The pressure of his fingers increased, taking her pleasure even higher.
He worked her with single-minded focus until the climax crashed over her.
Lea pitched forward, shuddering. His hands caught her shoulders, and she leaned into his supportive hold.
“Keep going.” His voice was garbled, breathless. “Just like that.”
Even as the climax faded, she kept riding him, maintaining the rhythm that seemed to please him best. It ignited residual sparks of pleasure, sending a fresh wave of tingles over her.
Then his hands gripped her hips, pinning her against him as his body trembled and bucked beneath her. He issued another foreign curse, an agony of pleasure rippling over his face, and then he fell back, gasping.
Lea, too, struggled to catch her breath. She drank in the sight of him. He looked shattered, debauched, his dark hair falling into his eyes and a sheen of sweat on his forehead—even though he hadn’t been the one doing all the work.
She moved to lift herself off him, and he roused enough to help guide her, hands on her shoulders. Then, he undid the knot at her wrists and drew her down to lie next to him.
She was shivering, but she certainly wasn’t cold. He wrapped an arm around her, pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and they stayed like that, in comfortable, sated silence.