Page 25 of Bound

He puts his hand around my throat and I stop squirming, anda fresh rush of arousal sparks through me. His hand is still moist from mypussy as he circles my neck. He can’t know what his hand collaring my neck doesfor me. He would be shocked if he did.

“You still want me.” It seems to break something in him, andhe kisses me harder than before. He’s still careful, but he seems lesstentative.

I can feel his iron-willed control. He’s using it to holdhimself back. I want to beg him to let go, to use that will on me. I’ll loveit. I’ll crave it. But I hold my tongue, knowing he doesn’t welcome that partof me.

Then I’m not thinking at all as his hand trails back down,and he starts to rub circles around my clitoris.

“Tell me you want me,” he orders.

My body tightens at the masculine will in his voice. “I wantyou. Please.”

“Yes, wife, I will please you,” he promises as he disappearsunder the blankets. He forces my legs apart, spreading me wide and placinghimself between my thighs.

When his tongue replaces his fingers on my clit, I fighthard not to scream. His tongue slides all over my pussy, lapping and suckingand nibbling. He eats my pussy like he’s enjoying a rich dessert. I hold myhands tight over my head and pretend he’s tied my ankles down, too. I imaginethat I’m completely at his mercy, and he has none. He licks from my clit to mypussy then plunges his tongue in. He moans as though he loves my taste andcan’t get enough of me. He fucks me with his tongue. I press against him as hefirmly strokes my clit with his thumb. I go flying, keeping my mind open sothat I know he can feel my orgasm.

He rears up, the blanket he pulled over us falling to theside. He gets on his knees and purposefully slides his cock over my soakingpussy, moistening it. He pulls down on my hips, slamming me onto his pulsatingcock.

I nearly scream. It feels so good to be impaled on him.Nothing in my life feels as good as Beck ramming his cock into my pussy. Helooks down at me with stark eyes. His face is savage in the fire’s glow, andthough I just came, I feel it build again as he pounds into me.

He’s so big inside me. I feel like I might split in two, butit’s a good pain. I wrap my legs around his waist, trying to tempt him deeper.I haven’t taken all of him yet. He stares down at the place where his cockmeets my pussy.

“It’s beautiful,” he mutters as he watches himself fuck me.“You’re beautiful.”

I feel beautiful. I let my hands trail down his strong backto his muscular buttocks and sink my nails in lightly. I want all of him.

“You open up for me.” He spreads my legs further and shovesthat last inch in.

I’ve never been so full. This is connection. This is whatI’ve been missing all of my life.

He leans forward so his pelvic bone grinds against myclitoris as he swivels his hips and pants. His long, dark hair flows all aroundme. It tickles my skin, making me feel like he’s touching me in a hundredspots. Then only one spot matters as he pushes himself deep.

This time I don’t hold back my moans. I groan as he stiffensabove me. I can feel his cock pulsing deep inside. The orgasm rolls across mybody, leaving me trembling as he falls forward against me.

I wrap my arms around him and feel his heart beating againstmy breast. He nuzzles my neck. His cock is still inside me, and if I couldsleep this way, I would. He’s everywhere, all around me. I’ve never felt sosafe.

He rolls off me, and a wave of disappointment floods in.It’s coming from him.

“I lost my head at the end.” He speaks through clenchedteeth. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I know I keep saying that, but I meanit. Did I hurt you?”

I turn my back to him, so he can’t see my face.

“I liked it,” I say hollowly. At least I had until he openedhis damn mouth again. “I’m not some fragile thing. I won’t break. I liked it,especially at the end.”

He sighs and puts a hand on my hip. “No, you didn’t. You’rejust trying to be a good wife. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Sure.” I’m not going to argue with him. I’m not going topoint out that he’s telling me I’m lying about how I feel. It doesn’t matter.

There’s not going to be a next time. The sex is incredible,but it’s not worth the way he makes me feel afterward. I think what we sharedis beautiful, and he keeps making it something to be ashamed of.

He pulls me close, wrapping his thick arms around my body.He throws a leg over mine. I find myself thoroughly trapped in his embrace.Moments ago I imagined this as the sexiest thing I can think of, but then heopened his mouth.

I try to pull away.

“Stay still,” he orders quietly. “It’s cold. I’ll keep youwarm.”

“And if I don’t want to be warm?” I squirm against him.

“Then I’ll keep you warm anyway,” he says, his voice roughwith command.