Page 21 of Fuse

“That so?” I take adamant note of every tiny tremor I induce along the length of her body. When she gives back a couple of fervent nods, I prod, “Even now? Like this?”

She kicks up the corners of her mouth. Purposely rattles the cuffs again, as if to confirm she’s on exactly the same page as my sensual subtext. “Uh-huh.”

Well…damn.

Just a couple of unintelligible grunts, and the woman’s worked a whole Hogwarts house worth of magic on me again. I’m helpless to resist, letting my libido take over more of my control as I somehow manage words in return. “You want to glow for me, little bunny? Even when you’re helpless in my trap? Even knowing you can’t fight back?”

“Ohhhh…”

I add a couple of commanding bites to my lascivious laves along the lush pads of her lips. “Tell me, Emmalina.”

“Uh…huh,” she finally stammers.

Magic.

“Ohhhh!”

And then pure enchantment as I finally unsnap my fly, tear down my zipper, and pull out the heat that’s been my torture master since we stepped foot in here.

“Yes. Oh yes, Reece. Light me up. Please.”

I take myself in hand, having to lock my teeth while distributing my precome up and down the shaft to avoid dripping it directly onto her. My juices will instantly make hers explode, and that’s not going to happen yet. No immediate orgasms for either of us today.

I underline the directive with a tight smirk, as well as the slow, deliberate caresses I give my swollen, gleaming length. “Say it again,” I order in a tone of gathering thunder. “Say it again, Bunny.”

At first, she can do nothing but gulp hard and then cry out, sweat glistening across every inch of her naked beauty. “Anything,” she rasps. “Wh-What part? Wh-What do you need?”

“All of it.” I rock back to my haunches to make sure she sees every inch of what I’m doing. The throbbing balls I’m rolling in my fingers. The cobalt veins I’m massaging, priming the electric essence her pussy craves from me… “All of it,” I echo on a husk. “Tell me you love me.” I start with what I need the most. What I’ll never stop needing the most.

“I do,” she sighs out at once. “I do love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Tell me I light you up.”

“All of me. Always. You do.”

“Tell me you lust for me.”

“In more ways than you know.”

I don’t miss the meaning behind her vow, and it impacts me as if she’s turned back into the sun and then dived into the middle of my chest. The heat waterfalls against my ribs, suffuses my stomach and hips, and then—

Fuck.

With a barely suppressed growl, I guide my tip to her entrance. Did I really have to ask her about the lust part with this glistening flower spread open for me like this? But goddamn, what hearing the words has done to me. What she always does for me. I’m pulled apart from the inside out, a fucking bloom of something in my own right, all my leaves blown away until only the pistil of my need is left, stiff and ready for her. So ready…

“Tell me one more thing.” I feed just my bulging tip into her, gritting back the urge to embed myself with one thrust. Purely selfish move. What she’s surrendered to me right now, in her control and in her words, has been like watching the dawn over the ocean. I never want it to end. Fuck, how I need it to end. “Tell me you need me, Velvet.”

Strangely, she seems to double-take at me. “Need?” she murmurs.

I move over her, bracing myself on both elbows. “There a problem with that, Miss Crist?”

That same wash of intangible emotion drenches her face. “Love. Light. Lust.” She releases each like a sundrenched prayer. “But then…need?”

“Aha.” I punctuate it with a purposeful roll of my hips. “You want your missing M. Is that it?”

“Uh…” She swallows again, arching a little as I swivel and then dip, which pushes my length just a little farther in. Enough for her deeper muscles to engage and constrict. Enough that everything south of her navel shudders. Enough that she finally stutters, “C-Could you r-repeat the question, please?”

“Hmmm.” I vibrate it into her neck between hot licks and soft scrapes of my teeth, until my mouth is fitted against her ear and I’m bearing down on the sensitive place near its base. As she moans in mindless desire, I murmur, “Please? Well, now who’s skipped ahead?”