Chapter 53 #3
At each touch, his focus returns to me. His hand leaves my waist to draw circles on my back, and the tension leaves his shoulders. Shoulders, I kiss, veering side to side, pressing my mouth to his muscles, tasting the salty sweat glistening on his skin.
I move lower, following the gleaming line of sweat to his stomach, where he tenses again.
His voice is throaty. “What are you doing, Thyra?”
“You said you wouldn’t take pleasure for yourself, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t give it.” I slide back up and whisper in his ear, “May I use my mouth on you?”
He jolts, his body’s response immediately, clearly visible, his cock pushing at the front of his pants.
But his arm clamps around me once more, a warning in his voice. “If you want to do this, you need to chain my other arm.”
I search his eyes, certain that he’d broken through his fears and wouldn’t need the shackles.
As if he reads my thoughts, he says, “Maybe I don’t need the constraints. But maybe I do. Don’t take that chance, Thyra.”
Chaining his other arm won’t be easy. Because I snapped the shackle onto his left wrist while he was facing the wall, the other chain is now on the wrong side of him. Unless…
“Cross your arms behind your back,” I tell him. “That way, the chains will cross over against the wall.” And then, unable to keep the disappointment from my voice, I add, “You won’t be able to bring your arms forward.”
He won’t be able to touch me. Hold me. Stroke me…
Already, he has complied, leaning forward at the waist, his wrists overlapped behind his back, while his dark gaze remains on me. “Chain me.”
Reaching for the other shackle, I place it around his wrist and click it closed, my fingertips lingering on his arm, trailing the length of his muscles, forearm, and up to his shoulder as I move to stand in front of him.
He straightens, his savage eyes flooding with darkness once more as I press kisses to his chest, working my way down toward his stomach and the top of his pants.
I tug at the top of them, exploring the hard curves of his stomach muscles, enjoying the way he twitches when my fingertips brush the tops of his thighs before I pull his pants all the way to his feet.
He lifts his feet so I can push the material out of the way.
As I kneel and trail my fingers up his legs toward his hips, I’m conscious of how quiet he is. So quiet. Too quiet.
Like a predator fixated on prey.
I find his gaze on me, hungry, destructive, brutal.
Even shackled, he’s dangerous.
As I tip back my head and plant my hands at the base of his cock, I cast him a dark smile and whisper, “I won’t hurt you.”
He jolts, bringing his cock to my mouth.
I have no hope of taking all of him into my mouth, so I start with the tip, moaning at the heady taste of him, before sliding further forward, my hands clamping around his hips as my head swims.
With every slide of my mouth, every stroke of my tongue, he thrashes, straining at his restraints, nearly pulling himself out of my mouth.
And with every snarl he makes, my body reacts, but not with fear.
Desire pulses through me, filling my head, pushing at my heart, pooling between my legs.
Until I can’t deny it.
“I’m unchaining you now,” I whisper.
His forehead creases, his focus flicking to the key on the far side of the bed before he shakes his head, his voice barely intelligible. “Thyra, no.”
My heart pounds, but my body screams for release, every clench of my core bringing me no closer to easing the relentless ache.
My blade vision promised me a need that can never be quenched.
I have to defy it.
“I want you inside me.” I tip up my chin, meeting his savage eyes. “I’m unchaining you so you can fuck me.”
He becomes very still, his eyes darkening at my declaration.
Quickly, I point behind me without turning, giving him the boundaries of my consent. “On the bed. Lying on my back. Facing you.”
His focus on me is unrelenting, his dark gaze through the strands of his hair making me tremble as I pull away from him, rise to my feet, and take swift steps toward the table by the bed.
Scooping up the key, I return to him, carefully reaching for his wrists.
Without taking his eyes off me, he leans forward, giving me access to the shackles while his breathing seethes in the quiet.
I expect him to jolt away from the wall at the first click, and I hold my breath, but he remains very still while I work on unlocking the other shackle.
The chains fall away from his wrists, clattering against the wall, and again, I expect him to lurch toward me.
Very slowly, he brings his arms forward, reaches for his left wrist where the ruby circle still dangles, and undoes the latch, allowing it to fall to the floor.
“No more chains between us,” he rumbles, low and brutal.
Another heartbeat of waiting. A heated breath—
He moves at a blur, colliding with me, sweeping me off my feet, reaching the bed in a heartbeat.
Within moments, I’m on my back in the center of the bed, arching up against him, welcoming the press of his chest against my taut nipples, then the sweep of his hands as he separates my legs and positions his cock at my entrance.
My body is past ready, my core slick with wetness, but he pushes inside me only a very short way.
His hands land on either side of my head as he leans forward, his eyes meeting mine.
A shiver runs through me as he pauses there, the corners of his lips rising, the dark strands falling across his face while I tremble with increasing need, fighting the impulse to drive my hips upward and take him into me, to feel the thrust of his hardness.
Keeping his eyes on me, he dips his head to my breast, swirling his tongue against my nipple, scraping his teeth across the hard nub, making my core clench around his tip.
Again and again, he swirls his tongue across my breast, moving lazily from one nipple to the other, until I’m bucking against him, bringing him deeper inside me. And deeper.
Until he fills me completely, knocking hard up against my deepest core.
I moan with a relief that barely lasts.
With a final stroke of his tongue on my breast, he raises his head and withdraws all the way to my entrance again, poised above me once more.
A breath. A heartbeat.
Then he collides with me again, finally pounding deep into me, a thrust that sends ripples of pleasure pulsing through my body, radiating out from my core all the way to my toes and up into my mind, sending my back into an arch.
Withdrawing slowly, he thrusts fast, driving himself into me with a groan that mingles with my moan.
I reach upward along the bed, needing to brace, finding only soft pillows and then the top edge of a blanket beneath them. Wrapping my hands around the blanket’s edge, I hold tightly, my last logical action, before pleasure and desire overwhelm me, conquering my every thought, my every breath.
Then I am nothing but craving. My constraints disappear within my mind, my form becoming endless. No more boundaries. No more limits. No consequences.
Nothing but pure pleasure until I’m screaming for release. Wanting it. Needing it. Welcoming this destruction as he thrusts into me, a pounding rhythm that beats in time with my heart.
His fists bury in the blanket on either side of the bed, and his hair falls across his eyes. Eyes black with desire.
He drops his lips to my cheek, pressing a kiss to the wound, the lightest touch, a feathery contact that defies how hard he’s pounding into me.
That nudge, that gently gifted kiss, tips me over the edge.
My foundations shatter. My heart and my mind tear apart, a rending that rips at my soul.
A crash that sends me into wanton oblivion.