Chapter 46 #2
Graysen’s jawline clenched tight, and carnal desire darkened his gaze.
There was strain in his arms, in his entire body, as if he were trying to stop himself from rolling his hips to push inside.
“Fuck.” His eyes squeezed shut briefly, and a rough laugh escaped his throat. “Why am I letting you do this to me?”
Because he craved me with every cell in his body.
Because even I distantly acknowledged there was something inside that black heart of his that held me in much deeper regard than base want.
My lips hovered barely a breath away from his. His eyes blazed with longing, and desperation churned like a dark, angry storm in their depths. He parted his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked out to wet the bottom lip, glossing it with eagerness.
And yet I remained poised where I was.
He let loose a gruff growl. A sonorous, low note from the very depths of his soul.
A bassline of animalistic need. One that threatened to trip me up into the mindlessness sway with its resonating rich timbre.
It was a golden rush of elixir, a venomous bite of lust that pierced my flesh and coursed through my veins.
My heart beat a steady rhythm of mine, mine, mine…
I steeled myself against the tamer. The temptation to lose my senses in the feel of his body.
His warm exhale whirled against my cheeks as I erased the distance between us.
But I waited, purposely fraying his patience, before skimming my lips from one corner of his mouth to the other.
His lips hunted, mirroring my movement, starved and hungry for me to claim him with a kiss.
Feminine strength flowed like quicksilver through my bloodstream when his brows slanted upward and he begged, “Little bird. Fuck. Please…”
I gave in. Easily. Because I wanted it too.
My fingers curled firmly around the nape of his neck, pushing through the silkiness of his hair. As soon as I tangled my tongue around his, a sizzling jolt ricocheted against my teeth and zinging sweetness shivered across my skin.
Oh gods…
Though his hands were bound by my will and clasped the wooden embellishment of the bed, he nudged me with his nose to angle my face to deepen our connection.
His lips captured mine, taking over, moving and devouring, tongue swirling and thrusting, every stroke a thick hail of sensuality striking my body everywhere.
His kiss tasted like thirst and satiation, a desolate desert soaking up rainfall released from black swollen clouds, as if my kiss was bringing life back to his barren lands.
I could pull away if I wanted to, deny him my kiss. But I let him quench his thirst. Let him take what he desired. I reveled in the power of seduction that made him moan, the way the twist of wood in his grip cracked loudly through air thickened with anticipation.
“There it is,” he husked between kisses, the words tingling my lips. “That sunshine I’ve missed so fucking much.”
I kissed him and kept kissing him until dizziness threatened to overwhelm my mind, my restless hands roaming over the perfection of his body. Both of us were breathless, coming up for air only to fall back into that abyss of dark pleasure only the other could give.
Guilt shadowed my thoughts, but not enough to stop me.
Not enough to stop my want for him from making my blood itch, my arousal coating the crown of his cock.
I couldn’t resist another teasing rotation of my hips.
Whether it was for me or for him, I didn’t care.
He groaned against my mouth, and a white-hot thrill blazed down my spine.
Exhilaration pounded inside my chest. I couldn’t take it any longer.
I had to have him.
There was no fear of pregnancy since I was still under the effects of the contraceptive tonic my mother had given me a few weeks back.
I hitched a leg around his back, and my hand curled around one of his broad shoulders for support as I lowered myself, pushing him inside my core, soaking wet with lust.
He grunted, his hips jerked, pushing his cock in further, and I gave a shocked whimper at his girth, the stinging pain that came with him stretching me wide as I sank down slowly.
I inched lower, bringing my other leg around to hook around his waist and an arm under his to clutch the back of his shoulder for leverage, letting our mutual arousal ease him deeper until I was fully seated and he filled me.
Completed me. Both of us shuddered and panted, our heads bowing under the sensation of him buried to the hilt.
My fingernails dug into firm muscle when his cock flexed inside and he hissed my name as if in agony.
His breath heated the crown of my head before I felt the warmth of his lips pressing a kiss.
I stilled for a moment to allow myself to adjust to his size before giving an experimental swivel of my hips. A crackling spark of might charged along my bones at his loud gasp.
It was time to tame the tamer.
I lifted my gaze to his. It was unbearably intimate, staring deeply at one another. His eyes were glassy and hooded, mouth parted slightly. There was tension in his features, color rising on his cheeks.
Pure need for him ran riot all over my body.
I took him how I wanted. I took him the only way this position allowed.
Not with fast, furious thrusts, but a languid circling of hips, rocking up against him.
The rasp of friction as I worked his cock strung my body taut, tightening my heavy breasts.
The hardness of his body grinding against my clit, strumming it with every pivot, had hot waves of pleasure washing through me.
I swiveled again and again until our world became breathless gasps and gentle movements.
The sweetly salty taste of his skin danced across my tongue as I dragged an open-mouthed kiss along his collarbone.
I glided my fingers over his nipple, rolling it, pinching it.
He moaned. Kept moaning as I teased him ruthlessly.
Long waves of hair dripped forward, flicking sideways across his forehead as he rolled his neck.
A sharp look slid toward mine and pierced through the blissful haze. “Let me touch you,” he begged.
The ends of my hair flicked against my shoulders as I shook my head, no.
But gods, how I wanted it.
My lips brushed his ear. “This time it’s my turn to tell you what to do.”
“You’re so fucking bossy.”
I huffed a surprised, joyous laugh. “You can talk.”
His breathless chuckle joined mine, then cut into a helpless moan when I dug my heels into his back for leverage and raised myself up to bear down fast. His cock surged in hard, and he burrowed so deep a keening wail of delight tore from my throat.
“Oh fuck, Nelle.” His hips jerked, and I watched his eyes roll back in his head when I rocked my hips, boldly taking control and fucking him.
No, not fucking—it was far too intimate for that.
He was gorgeous under my bewitchment, lost in a rapturous haze.
As my hand drifted down his flushed cheek, he turned his head into my palm, and a devious glint sparked in his dark gaze right as his tongue darted out to lick the tip of my forefinger.
Then he clamped his teeth down, enveloping my finger within his hot, wet mouth, and sucked.
Gods, the feeling of his tongue caressing and sucking it in and out of his mouth, mirroring the drive of his hips, had my core quivering around him. “Wicked Crowther,” I groaned throatily.
He screwed his eyes shut as I purposely ground down, my sex rippling and pulsing.
“So cruel, little bird,” he whispered hoarsely as he pushed my finger out of his mouth.
Graysen suddenly lifted onto his knees, and I clamped my hand on his shoulder to steady myself.
My eyes flared wide at his sinful grin, and then he bounced me up to slam his cock into my core.
My hair flailed, sweeping over my shoulders with strands trickling into the valley of my sweat-damp breasts.
And my mind collapsed at the glorious friction as his thick shaft penetrated deeply.
“Again,” I cried, and then whimpered, clutching him tight, when he obeyed.
When he settled back on his heels, I rode him, tilting my hips from side to side with a new angle, bearing down on his throbbing erection to drive him crazy.
Slowly, so slowly I moved, so he felt everything everywhere.
My hips rolled in delicious circles, a melodic hum crawling up my throat as my clit pulsed and an aching pressure built with an oncoming climax, threatening to incinerate me from within.
But I needed to be aware.
This wasn’t about my pleasure—but, gods, how it was—it was about his.
I wanted him to focus on how I was making him feel. I wanted him to melt and be so caught up in exquisite sensation that he wouldn’t realize my actual intention.
My hands smoothed along his shoulders, up his arms, to cuff his wrists, the leather and silver pressing into my palms as I gently tugged. A silent request for him to let go of the birdcage bed. He did, and I threaded our hands together.
I kept touching him with my lips and tongue, scraping my teeth against his flesh, nibbling and licking his jawline until he was gone, blissfully adrift in a world of us before I placed our joined hands around the back of my neck, right on top of the magical collar.
I kissed him until he forgot himself. Until the strip of flesh between my legs completely owned him.
Graysen didn’t notice when I aligned my fingers on top of his and moved them to the knot.
I needed him to save me, even if he wasn’t aware he was doing it.
It was awkward trying to manipulate his fingers to dig around the knot, to try easing the cords apart.
My cheek slid along his, and I whispered into his ear with words as soft as a summer breeze, balmy and barely there. “It’s so easy to do, just undo the knot…”
I fumbled with his slack fingers. Pure panic seized me.
It wasn’t working. It was impossible.