Chapter Twelve #3
Keys knew his rough brand of sex both terrified and tempted her. She didn’t understand why she responded to him the way she did. He was her first. Her only. He intended to keep it that way.
“The real you is very scary, Keys.” She yanked on the cuffs, her body writhing on the bed as if she could dislodge him. “I don’t think I’m ready for this yet.”
Deliberately, his gaze fixed on hers, he tossed his shirt away and then stood to pull off his jeans.
“You’re ready when I say you’re ready. We made a deal.
You don’t control anything in the bedroom.
I do.” He leaned close to her so her vision was filled with him.
“I know your body better than you do, Wildfire. You’re not living with shit memories when I can replace them with paradise. And you fucking know I will.”
Her eyes went wide with shock, but her nipples turned into hard little pebbles.
Her hips reacted, lifting just a little.
Her breath came in short, labored bursts.
Yeah, his woman was into what they were doing.
And they were going to be doing a lot. He wasn’t going to have her terrified of anything they did in the bedroom because some Russian bastard had tortured her.
He was taking those memories for himself.
He would track the asshole down and make him pay for every nightmare Lyric had.
He knelt between her spread legs to kiss his way up her inner thighs. He loved her skin. The feel of it, the color of it, the way it shifted from pale to rose when she was aroused. And she was very aroused despite her protests.
He didn’t wait. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He settled his mouth on her in an attack.
A takeover. Devouring her. Craving her. Not just her unique taste he was convinced was only for him, but her helpless reaction.
He craved that as much as he did eating her.
His mouth covered her. His tongue attacked her clit, flicking and thudding against it until she writhed like she was going out of her mind.
There was no gentle buildup—that wasn’t Keys’ style when he wanted rough—and he was showing her exactly how he liked his sex.
She needed to see him. To trust him. He didn’t give her time to take a breath, he just threw her into mind-numbing sensation.
She didn’t have the use of her hands, so she couldn’t try to push him away—or pull him closer. She was entirely at his mercy.
“No one has a pussy like yours, baby. Best I’ve ever tasted,” he informed her in between lapping and sucking and even using his teeth. He meant it. She had an addictive flavor he would never get enough of. He didn’t slow down but suckled and used his tongue and fingers to bring her up fast.
He could feel the pressure building in her. She tossed her head from side to side, jerking on the cuffs. Her hips bucked and pushed tighter against his mouth. He took the offering, as much as possible, all the while wanting more.
“You have to stop,” she gasped out the words. “It’s too much. Too intense. It’s never been like this.”
Hell no, it hadn’t. He was giving her exactly what she needed.
What he needed. He didn’t slow down or stop.
He worked at her with renewed ferocity, growling like a wild animal in a frenzied feast. He felt wild.
He dug his fingers into her and worked his tongue against her, a fierce assault that pushed her higher and higher.
She began to plead with him. He didn’t think she knew what she wanted at that point, but he did. “Just come for me, Wildfire,” he demanded and then sucked on her clit hard, sending her crashing over the edge.
Lyric cried out, unable to think. She shattered, came apart, breaking completely until she couldn’t find herself.
Pleasure burst through her, an explosion of color and waves of heat.
There was no coming back from this. And Keys didn’t stop.
He continued to use his tongue, licking and lapping and sucking as if he truly were devouring her.
He seemed to swallow all of her, every single one of her broken pieces.
Then he moved, kneeling between her legs.
She’d never seen his cock look so big, fierce or hard.
Again, he didn’t give her a gentle buildup.
He didn’t wait. He slammed himself into her with one hard thrust, filling her completely.
She lost her breath from the sheer shock of feeling so stretched and full.
He pounded into her, long hard strokes. Rough. Almost punishing.
Keys cupped her breasts, but when he squeezed them, his touch was brutal. Painful. The pain created a direct line to her core, causing a spasm that sent shock waves through her.
His hips never stopped moving, a wild piston out of control, while he licked and kissed his way up her throat to her neck. Without warning he sank his teeth into her, biting down on the soft skin, and she nearly convulsed, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.
“Love it when you give that to me, Wildfire. You’re so fucking beautiful when you climax.”
Suddenly he slipped out of her, reaching for first her left ankle and then her right, disposing of the cuffs.
Her hands were still trapped, arms stretched to either side of the bed.
He bent over her right arm and for a moment she thought he was going to free her.
Instead, he cuffed her wrists together and stretched her arms above her head to attach the cuffs to the headboard.
He caught her hips easily, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and rolled her over onto her belly.
Keys immediately yanked her hips up and slammed his cock into her.
The force rocked her. She was helpless to do anything to stop him—not that she wanted to, but slowing down and letting her catch up would be nice.
“Keys, you have to give me a minute.”
“You’re so wet for me. Dripping. You like this, Lyric.” Even his voice sounded primal, a dark predator claiming her. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?”
Then he swatted her hard on her left cheek. Very hard. The burn spread like wildfire through her entire body and instantly she felt her body’s confused response. Pleasure? Pain? She needed…something. More. She needed more.
Lyric felt out of control. Not her. Him.
Her body shuddered and convulsed with pleasure, and there was nothing she could do because he was relentless.
He pistoned into her, thrusting like a machine with hard, nearly violent strokes.
All the while he continued to smack her bottom, establishing a rhythm of burning nerve endings that rivaled anything she’d ever known.
His fingers parted her cheeks, and her heart nearly stopped as he probed the forbidden star there. Very slowly he pushed a finger inside. His cock continued his primal claiming, even as she gasped, trying to squirm away from his finger. He simply pushed deeper, thrusting in time with his cock.
“What are you doing?” She sounded as alarmed as she felt.
“I told you up front what I like, babe. I love anal, and we’re definitely going there.”
She shook her head, hating that another orgasm was building and building as he applied more pressure, pushing in a second finger, awakening nerve endings that had never been on fire like this before. His fingers weren’t small, and he kept thrusting hard in counterpoint to his cock.
“No, I don’t want…I can’t do that.” She felt as confused as her body. The orgasm was so close, rocking her.
“I’ll get you ready, Wildfire. You can do it, and I’ll get you to a point where you crave it just the way I do. Trust me, I’ll make it good for you.”
She was afraid he would. He was taking her over.
Owning her. How could she ever be Lyric without him?
Then her mind was gone as she exploded, fragmented, pieces of her flung in every direction as her body clamped down on his, milking his thick cock.
She was so far gone she barely heard him roaring out his release with the way her heart thundered in her ears.
Around her the edges of her world turned black, the intensity of her orgasm overwhelming.
Lyric was vaguely aware of Keys freeing her wrists and massaging them as he gently turned her over.
There was a warm, wet cloth applied between her legs, but she didn’t open her eyes, too exhausted to even try.
She simply stayed curled up in the fetal position, listening to the soothing caress of his voice, but she didn’t understand a word he was saying.
Her mind was in total chaos. The Lyric she knew wasn’t there anymore and she had no idea what Keys had made her into.
Keys crushed her to him, dragging her so close she didn’t know where he ended and she started.
His arms were around her, and weirdly, she felt safer than she ever had as he pulled a sheet over them and kissed the top of her head.
“Sleep, Wildfire,” he murmured, and she heard that command.
It was easy enough to obey when she couldn’t even think or move.
Keys came awake instantly, gun in hand, tracking the room even as he rolled to cover Lyric’s body with his own.
She had moved away from him, her back to him, and he realized just that small separation had awakened him.
More, he felt tremors moving through her and knew she was crying.
He shoved the gun under his pillow and framed her face with his palms.
Wet skin. Smooth like silk. But wet with tears. She was a silent crier, which he thought was worse than if she had sobbed loudly.
“What is it, Wildfire?” He pressed kisses to the nape of her neck and then over her high cheekbones, trailed more down to her delicate jaw and over her throat. “Tell me.”
She gave a little shake of her head and tried to hide her face in her hands. It was dark, but the moon spilled light through the window, just enough for him to see her fragile features.