Chapter 27
She waited, her ass in the air, her heart hammering. Waited for him to come back and do goodness knows what to her. It would involve fucking… that much was guaranteed.
But the rest was all mystery. Anticipatory. Predatory. But still a mystery, tinged with danger that snapped like an electric current along her nerves. But no fear.
She trusted him.
She needed time to process that. Time to ponder why handing over the most damaged part of herself to a man she’d only just met could be so… freeing… so mind-blowing.
He returned, and her thoughts fractured.
Her lowered stance meant she saw his muscular thighs first, followed by his stiff, thick cock. She’d tasted that beautiful organ, still had the sticky, salty taste of him in her mouth. Another heady experience she’d never anticipated she’d relish so much. She wanted to do it all over again…
Her gaze shifted higher, and her breath snagged in her lungs. He was holding a black leather belt and two silk bathrobe ties.
Her heart rate kicked up several notches. Her hands started to slip from her back. “Noah…” Her voice quivered.
He stopped beside her. Ran his hand over her cheek, her neck, down her arm to rub his fingers over the tattoo covering her ribcage. “Remember what I said to you when we first met? About you deserving only the best?”
“Yes.”
“I meant every word. I will never break your beautiful spirit, never cause you to feel fear or regret. You’re brave and amazing.
You intoxicate me with just one look. I want to make you soar, sweetheart.
Higher than you’ve ever soared before. Where no other person besides me will ever be able to take you. Will you let me?”
She could get up, walk out, any time she chose. He wouldn’t hurt her. Wouldn’t take anything she didn’t want to give.
That gut-deep certainty made her nod.
He increased the pressure on her tattoo. “Vocalize, baby.”
“Yes.”
His breath shuddered out, and she realized he’d been holding it. Power surged through her along with a sharp burning in her chest. She’d felt that burning before. A softer, deeper, less jagged version. The enormity of those similarities made her gasp.
Time…
She needed time to sort out her crazy emotions.
He laid a hand on her lower back, just above where her wrists met, and pushed her down to kneeling. Her mind ceased to track. She willingly gave up on chasing her thoughts, ceded control to the power of his touch and the excitement chasing beneath her pulse.
“Spread your legs.” She widened her stance. He looked down at her. “Wider,” he said in a firm voice.
She moved her left knee, then her right, teetering a little off balance with her hands behind her back.
He dropped what he held next to her head on the seat and picked up one tie. “I’m going to secure your knees to the bench.”
Her heart stuttered. “Okay.”
His movements were precise, efficient, his touch unbelievably gentle.
Then he knelt next to her, cradled her head in his hands and kissed her.
Deeply erotic and intensely passionate, it transported her to a whole different realm.
But he stopped before she was anywhere near satisfied. “Now your arms.”
Stepping away, he picked up the belt and looped it under her bent arms. He yanked it tight, pulled her shoulders back until her muscles burned.
The pain transmitted straight to her stinging core, mingled with the pleasure as his hand slipped between her legs and caressed her from asshole to clit.
Moisture dripped from her, her body a balloon of pure desire that just kept expanding with each caress.
Over the sound of the pounding shower, she heard him secure the belt into its loop and then his hand was back in her hair, tightening, caressing.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t tell you what your trust does to me.”
His middle finger explored her asshole, light then firm, but he didn’t go beyond that. When she found herself pushing toward his finger, whimpering for the unknown, he chuckled and leaned over her.
“Fucking you in the ass is a gift I’ll take from you when you’re not tied up. For that, you need to be in control of your own pleasure. Besides, I haven’t nearly had enough of your exquisite cunt.”
The images that raced through her brain had a full-body flush racing over her skin.
“Do I take it from that blush that you’ve never been ass-fucked?” Anticipation slurred his question, tightened his fist in her hair.
“N… no.”
He groaned. “We’re going to be so good together. So fucking incredible.”
He let go of her hair and gently massaged her neck, her shoulders, and all the way down her back.
The gentle petting motion soothed even as it raised her temperature.
Her insides clenched and unclenched as merciless hunger clawed at her insides.
He caressed her whole body, down to her feet and back up again.
The position of her arms brought pain each time she moved.
Her knees were digging into the marble floor, but she would’ve died before she begged to be released.
Because she knew what was coming would be an experience never to be equaled. She just wished he would hurry up.
“I need you, Noah.”
“You’ll have me.” He brought his hand down sharply on her ass, the sound hard and wet in the bathroom. “All of me. Right now.”
He rose off his knees, slid on a condom and crouched above her.
Then he slid slowly into her with a heavy grunt, his cock filling her so fully she squealed.
And still he kept going, burying all nine inches inside her until the head of his cock brushed the edge of her womb.
He held himself there, balancing her on the knife-edge of pleasure and pain.
One hand slid up her back and curled around her throat, his grip firm enough to make her heartbeat echo in her ears.
She clenched harder around him and shuddered from the exquisite flood of sensations.
They stayed like that for a full minute.
Against her splayed hands, his stomach muscles quivered as he fought for control. “Sweet holy heaven.”
She wanted to turn her head, watch his face, but his grip and the ties held her completely immobile. She wanted to plead with him to move inside her, but he was in total control.
“Beg me to fuck you, Leia. Beg me to come.”
“Please, Noah,” she sobbed. “It hurts so bad.”
He gave another rough grunt, then moved.
Slow, long strokes at first, each soft slap of his balls against her clit wringing more pleasure from her.
Gradually, he increased the tempo, ramming deep and hard.
Harder. Then all bets were off. Bliss drowned her as he fucked her with little mercy and expert strokes.
The man knew how to move, the flex and thrust of his hips so skillfully timed it felt like poetry in motion.
Tears filled her eyes, rushed down her cheeks at the sheer inexplicable beauty of what she was feeling. The pressure grew, filling her to brimming.
“Come, baby. Fly for me.” He thrust hard, buried himself deep.
The first orgasmic wave was so strong it shook her off her knees. “Oh God, Noah!”
He gripped her waist, pushed her back down to receive the hailstorm of fire that rained on her, drowning her even as she burst out of her skin, soared high and wild, spasming in brutal clenches that had him shouting his agonized pleasure.
“Shit!” He pulled out and thrust back through her resisting flesh, shuddering against her as his cock thickened inside her. “God, Leia, you’re destroying me,” he panted. “Christ, I’m coming.”
The raw agonized pleasure in his voice as he emptied himself inside her sent her soaring again. She’d always believed multiple orgasms were a myth. No more.
Noah collapsed on top of her, releasing her throat to slide his arm around her shoulders and bury his face in her hair. Their harsh breaths steamed the air and his heartbeat drummed against her back.
Her heart was racing so loudly in her ears, it took her several seconds to understand the words he spoke against her ear. “I’m going to untie you now, okay?” he said gruffly.
She got away with a nod, probably because they were both struggling to breathe.
Gently, he released her. She remained where she was, too weak to move.
Her shoulders and knees stung as blood flowed and muscles returned to their normal positions.
He left her for a moment and returned with an uncapped bottle in his hand.
Pouring a measure, he rubbed the lotion into her sore shoulders, elbows and knees.
The scent of eucalyptus and lavender washed over her, and she sighed softly as lethargy blanketed her.
Then he scooped her up and sat on the bench, adjusted the spray of the shower so it rained a light mist over them and cradled her in his lap.
“Are you okay?” he murmured between kisses on her face and neck.
Her hand stole around his neck and emotion moved in her throat. “Yes. You made me feel… God, I can’t describe it.”
“You don’t need to.” He brushed her hair from her cheeks and tilted her face to his.
“You’re mine now, Leia. I’m never letting you go.
Whatever ghosts or demons I need to slay in order to keep you I will slay.
If you need to slay them on your own, I’ll be right beside you.
But know that from this moment on, you own me. And I fucking own you.”