Chapter 46 Book #3
“Still think this was a bad idea?” he murmured, voice wrecked and smug.
I laughed—breathless, hoarse—body still trembling around him.
“I think,” I managed, “you’re going to kill me before dawn.”
He rolled his hips once—slow, deliberate—making me gasp as fresh heat flared low in my belly.
“Good,” he said, already hardening again inside me. “Because I’m nowhere near finished.”
He rolled his hips again—slow at first, but with that deliberate grind that made fresh sparks ignite deep in my core.
I was still sensitive, still pulsing faintly around him from the last orgasm, but the way he thickened inside me, stretching me anew, had my body responding before my mind could catch up.
My nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on, and he groaned low against my neck, the sound vibrating through my skin like thunder.
“Fuck, you’re insatiable,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. His thrusts picked up pace—deeper now, harder, each one slamming home with a force that rocked my entire body. The headboard thudded rhythmically against the wall, echoing the wet, obscene slap of our hips colliding.
Sweat slicked between us, making every slide smoother, hotter. I arched into him, meeting each brutal drive with a roll of my own, my breath coming in sharp gasps as pleasure coiled tight again.
He pulled back slightly, eyes locking on mine in the dim moonlight—dark, intense, searching. Then, without a word, he reached for the silk tie draped over the bedside lamp, the one from his robe earlier. He dangled it between us, a question in his gaze.
“Trust me?” he asked, voice rough.
My heart stuttered, but heat flooded me at the thought. I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes.”
Surprise flickered across his face—just a flash—before it melted into something darker, hungrier. He hadn’t expected that eagerness, that quick surrender. “Good girl,” he rasped, and the praise sent a shiver racing down my spine.
He wrapped the silk around my wrists—soft but firm—tying them loosely above my head to the headboard slat. The restraint was light, more tease than trap, but it pinned me just enough that I couldn’t touch him, couldn’t control anything.
I tugged experimentally, feeling the gentle bite against my skin, and a fresh wave of arousal slicked between my thighs. God, I liked it—the vulnerability, the way it made every sensation sharper.
His eyes widened slightly as he watched me arch into the bind, my body begging for more. “You really like this,” he said, almost to himself, surprise lacing his tone. Then he smiled—slow, wicked—and thrust back into me with renewed ferocity.
The angle was perfect now, with my arms stretched overhead, my breasts thrust up toward him.
He drove in harder, faster—each plunge deeper than the last, his massive cock splitting me open, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.
I screamed his name—“Alexander!”—the sound raw and desperate, echoing off the cabin walls.
He growled in response, one hand gripping my hip for leverage, fingers bruising as he pounded into me relentlessly. The silk tightened with every buck of my body, a delicious reminder of my surrender, heightening the fire building inside me.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto my chest; I felt it trail cool paths down my heated skin. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, heels pressing into his ass, but he shook his head, untangling them with a firm hand.
“Not yet,” he said, voice strained. He pulled out suddenly—making me whimper at the loss—then flipped me onto my side with effortless strength.
The tie twisted but held, keeping my wrists bound as he settled behind me, spooning close.
His cock nudged my entrance from this new angle, thick and insistent, and he pushed back in with one long, unyielding stroke.
I moaned—loud, broken—as he filled me completely, the position letting him go even deeper.
His arm banded around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest, while his free hand cupped my breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to sting.
Then the thrusts came—intense, brutal, hips snapping forward with piston-like force.
Each one jolted through me like lightning, the head of his cock dragging over every sensitive nerve.
The restraint on my wrists made me feel exposed, owned, and I loved it—pushing back against him shamelessly, chasing the edge.
He nipped at my shoulder, teeth grazing skin.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned, surprise still threading his words at how I melted into the bondage, how my body clenched around him tighter with every tug on the silk.
His pace turned savage—harder, deeper, the bed shaking beneath us.
Pleasure built impossibly fast, coiling low and hot until it snapped.
I came with a shattered cry—“Alexander—oh God—” my inner walls spasming wildly around his thick length. He fucked me through it, not slowing, drawing out every pulse until I was trembling, boneless.
But he wasn’t done.
He untied my wrists with a quick tug—silk whispering free—then guided me onto my hands and knees, positioning me in the center of the bed.
My arms shook from the aftershocks, but I braced myself, anticipation thrumming through me.
He knelt behind me, hands skating over my ass—squeezing, spreading—before he lined up and slammed back in.
The thrust was ferocious—deeper than before, his hips colliding with my ass in a sharp smack that echoed.
I gasped, fingers fisting the sheets as he set a punishing rhythm: long, hard drags out, then brutal drives back in, his balls slapping against my clit with every stroke.
One hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to arch my spine, the light pull sending fresh heat pooling between my legs.
I pushed back to meet him, loving the control he took, the way it made every sensation explode.
“Again,” he demanded, voice wrecked. “Come for me again.”
His other hand reached around, fingers finding my clit—rubbing fast, slick circles while he pounded into me from behind.
The intensity was overwhelming: his massive cock stretching me, the tug in my hair, the relentless friction on my swollen nerves.
I screamed his name over and over—“Alexander—fuck—Alexander!”
—as another orgasm crashed through me, harder than the last, leaving me shaking and clenching around him.
He followed seconds later—thrusts erratic, desperate—burying himself deep with a guttural roar, spilling hot and thick inside me once more.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged, bodies slick and spent. He pulled me against his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns over my wrists where faint red lines lingered from the silk.
“Your mine Isebella” he murmured, surprise soft in his voice, lips brushing my temple.