Chapter 11 #3
Grabbing his belt, James lowered himself over her, his movements deliberate and charged with intensity. His hand slid down to her wrists, gathering them together with ease. The cool leather of the belt brushed against her skin as he wrapped it around, binding her wrists securely over her head.
His eyes met hers, dark and unreadable, searching for any hesitation. When he found none, his lips curled.
Evie’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her bound hands tugging reflexively against the belt. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin as he moved lower, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Her body tensed, anticipation curling in her stomach as his kisses grew bolder, his teeth grazing her gently before his tongue soothed the sensation.
She gasped, her voice trembling, her fingers curling into fists above her head as she instinctively tried to reach for him.
But the belt held her wrists firmly in place, and the restraint only heightened the sensation. She squirmed beneath him, her legs shifting slightly as he continued his slow, torturous exploration of her thighs.
And then he buried his face between her legs, his lips and tongue working in a way that made her cry out, her head falling back against the pillows. Pleasure rippled through her, a wave of heat and sensation that left her gasping for breath.
Her hands twisted against the restraint, her body arching off the bed as she desperately wanted to touch him, to pull him closer, but she couldn’t. The belt kept her wrists bound, leaving her completely at his mercy.
“James, please,” she whispered, her voice breaking on the plea as his movements sent another surge of pleasure coursing through her.
He didn’t respond with words; instead, he intensified his efforts, his hands gripping her hips to hold her in place as she writhed beneath him. The combination of his mouth and the restraint left her completely undone, her entire world narrowing to the sensations he was creating.
It was overwhelming, consuming, and utterly freeing, and in that moment, she gave herself over entirely to him, letting the pleasure crash over her in waves, her bound hands a reminder of how completely she was his.
James pulled back, his breathing heavy as he looked down at her.
The sight of her flushed cheeks, her bound hands, and the way she trembled under his touch seemed to send a surge of heat through him.
Without a word, he moved her carefully, his hands firm yet gentle as he guided her onto her stomach.
“Stay just like that,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with an intensity that made her body shiver.
Evie obeyed, her bound hands stretching out in front of her, her wrists still secured by the belt. She turned her head slightly, her cheek pressed against the soft sheets as her breathing came in shallow gasps.
James’s hands trailed down her back, over the curve of her spine, before settling on her hips.
He lifted them slightly, positioning her so she was on her knees, her body entirely at his mercy.
The vulnerability of the position, combined with the restraint on her hands, sent a rush of anticipation coursing through her.
Evie closed her eyes, her body already on edge as she felt him position himself behind her. And then, with one smooth thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. She gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets as her body adjusted to him, the intensity of the sensation leaving her breathless.
James stilled for a moment, his hands sliding up her sides as he leaned forward slightly.
“You’re perfect,” he said against her ear, his voice thick with emotion and need.
And then he began to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hips rocking into her with a steady rhythm that made her moan softly into the pillow. The angle was deep and intimate, every movement sending waves of pleasure rippling through her.
Her bound hands stretched out in front of her, her wrists twisting slightly as she instinctively wanted to reach back and touch him, to pull him closer, but the restraint kept her grounded, amplifying every sensation.
James’s pace quickened, his grip on her hips firm as he thrust into her with growing urgency. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm, and the soft cries that escaped Evie’s lips with every thrust.
She felt consumed, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Every movement, every touch, every sound was magnified, and she gave herself over to him completely, letting him take her exactly as he wanted.
“James,” she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure as her body tightened around him.
He groaned in response, his pace faltering for just a moment as her words sent a fresh surge of heat through him. His hands slid up to her waist, pulling her even closer as he thrust deeper, his own control unraveling as he chased the peak building between them.
It was raw, honest, and utterly consuming, and in that moment, nothing else existed but the two of them, lost in each other and the fire they’d ignited together.