“P-please,” I whimper as I seek friction on the rubbery end of the table. However, the rope restricts the movement.
“Is this what you’re begging so beautifully for, hmm?” He thrusts two fingers inside me and pumps them in a mind-numbing rhythm that makes me feral.
“Kaiden! Pleaseee,” I cry in frustration when he takes them out after only a few seconds.
“What do you need, Iris?” he asks as he spreads a thick layer of lube on my back hole.
“Your cock. Please! I need you to fuck me.”
“Mmm, impatient are we, love? Be a good girl and warm this up for me and maybe I’ll consider it.” He presses something cold and made of metal against my lips. It’s in the shape of a teardrop with a bulbous head. “Suck on it,” he commands.
I do. I have an idea what that’s for, but I’m still not prepared for the sensation of fullness when he slides it out of my mouth to carefully insert it in my ass. Then the velvety crown of his cock is at my entrance. Oh, YES! That’s the only warning I get before Kaiden slams into me to the hilt. The sudden movement causes my hard, aching nipples to rub onto the felt, setting me ablaze.
Kaiden swears under his breath before he starts dragging his length along every single nerve ending as if he wants to thoroughly savor this moment. At the same time, he’s in so deepthat I feel him everywhere. It’s an exquisite torture that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Your body was made for me.” Thrust. “Your tight cunt takes me so well.” Thrust. “You might be the one tied up, but you have all the control.” Thrust. “Because you own me.” Thrust.
The sound of our bodies slapping together is a carnal melody. It bounces off the walls in waves to combine with my loud moans. Surely, the entire floor of the hotel can hear us, but I don’t care—I’m too drunk on rapture. He adjusts the angle in a way that has his piercing hitting my G-spot.
“Kaiden! Ahhh. Sooo g-good. I’m gonna—”
I soar higher and higher until I touch the stars.
Then I fall and break into a million pieces with Kaiden’s name on my lips like a prayer.
I jackknife into a sitting position, chest heaving. A fine sheen of perspiration covers my entire body. But that’s not sweat between my thighs. I orgasmed in real life, too, and I have the wet sheets beneath me to prove it.Wait.Why am I in bed? The last thing I remember is reading a book on the couch while Kaiden worked on his laptop at the table. I must have fallen asleep, and he carried me to bed. He also removed my leggings because he knows I dislike sleeping in clothes, but he left my tee on.
“Good dream?”
Fuck.
There’s no way he didn’t hear me. I slam my eyes shut, then open them to find Kaiden leaning casually on the bathroom door frame, a towel wrapped around his waist. With the erotic dream still clinging to every neuron and synapse, I can’t turn my gaze away from the expanse of bronzed, inked skin in front of me. It brings me back to the first time I saw him at his penthouse. He still looks like the fallen angel who would steal you under the moonlight and have his wicked way with you. The roguish grin he gives me makes my bones melt.
I swallow the barbed rebuke I was about to throw at him when my eyes zero in on his chest. The only spot previously untouched by the needle—the one right above his heart—is now filled by an exact replica of the iris in my sketchbook. It fits perfectly among the other designs but stands out because it’s the only colored one.
He tattooed me over his heart.
He tattooedmeover his heart.
He tattooed me over his heart.
I fist the sheets to hide the trembling in my hands as emotion grips me by the throat with an iron fist. Blinking rapidly because I don’t want him to see how affected I am by this, I turn toward the window. Still, a tear jostles free from my eyelashes. I quickly wipe it away. God, I’m so pathetic it’s not even funny anymore. I clear my throat. “It was a nightmare.”
“Ah, I see,” he drawls. “Yeah, the entire hotel heard how terrified you were when you announced you were about to come, then screamed my name.”
Heat scorches the shells of my ears. “Whatever,” I mutter. “Did you finish in the bathroom?”
“With those little desperate whimpers you were letting out and the heady smell of your arousal, I did…twice, actually.”
No. Did he? Holy shit! Heat spreads between my thighs while I get impossibly wet again. The air between us pulls taut, fraught with friction. Kaiden’s muscles are coiled as if he’s teetering on the edge of pouncing on me. I don’t dare move. Breathe. Because I’m afraid I’ll voice the desire coursing through me like liquid fire, and I can’t allow that to happen again.
His swallow is audible. “We’re leaving in an hour,” he grits out before turning on his heel and striding out of the room.
Phone in hand, I pick up Kaiden’s note from the table saying he’s waiting outside, then resume scrolling through the million texts Sam sent me in the last few hours. A new one pops on the screen, but it doesn’t make any noise. Kaiden must have put it on silent while I was sleeping.
Sam: Why the fuck is your phone location telling me YOU’RE IN NEW ORLEANS?!?!?!
Me: Something happened last night, and trust me, that’s not a conversation for texts…then I fell asleep and I had to get ready to leave.
