“That’s my good girl.”
He twisted, and her legs were untied.
His body pulled away from hers, leaving her ragged and empty and pleading, but he was flipping her over on her back and crawling up her body, fitting himself inside her again.
Her back arched because her hands were still tied over her head, but now with each stroke, his body rubbed her clit as he pushed inside her.
The tension rampaged through her, building and swelling like never before, an ache and sparks of pleasure and crushing silence that detonated and blinded her and she felt herself screaming through the wild ecstasy.
And he didn’t stop.
As she fluttered and fell back together, her body coalesced and then tightened again, squeezing around him as he dug deeper into her, his hips crashing into hers and destroying her once again, an explosion and scattering of herself that rained her body as she fell to Earth and opened her eyes to see Blaze moving above her, his bare chest slick from sweat-sheen and thick muscles popping from exertion as he pounded into her, his eyes sharp from passion as he breathed through his gritted teeth and absolutely railed her, her legs wrapping around his back as he slammed inside her again and again, her body straining and blown apart as another orgasm rocketed through her, the world and sound ceasing to have meaning as the pulses shook her like an earthquake.
When she couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think from the repeated assaults on her very soul, Blaze gasped, his thrusts turned urgent, and his body strained. The pulses inside her set off another wave of ecstasy that rolled through her body.
Blaze’s gasps were harsh in her ear, and when she glanced to the side, his fist was clenched around the side of her pillow. His voice grated in her ear, “Now, what do you say, little kitten?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered with the small amount of air still left her body. “Oh, my God. Oh, Lord. Yes,sir.”
“And we will leave tomorrow morning on schedule without a fuss.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he growled.
14
EVERYTHING
SARAH
Sarah couldn’t move, could barely breathe, was a worn-out dishrag of herself.
Blaze wrapped his arms around her, one of his heavy legs making a tent of the sheet over hers, and her arm dangled like yarn off the side of the bed.
Turning over to lie on her side and wiggling her backside against him barely helped. The side of the bed was a cliff before her, and only Blaze’s thick arm around her waist saved her from face-planting on the wooden floor.
Behind her, Blaze rolled over and nudged her slightly with his hip. She almost flopped out of the bed, but he caught her.
“This is ridiculous,” Blaze muttered, struggling to sit and flipping over her to stand beside the bed. “We have to move to the guest bedroom. There’s no way we can both sleep in a single bed.”
Sarah summoned every shred of strength she had left and braced herself on her elbow, readying herself to stand, but she flopped back down with her face on the pillow. “You go ahead.”
Blaze frowned, but his expression softened when he raised one eyebrow. “I’m not letting you sleep here alone.”
Sarah had already closed her eyes, drifting off, but steel arms like a forklift inserted under her knees and shoulders and hoisted her off the bed.
Protesting seemed like too much energy.
Instead, she snuggled closer to Blaze’s warm chest as he carried her first to the bathroom, where he washed their stickiness off her body with warm water, dried her, and then settled her in the lavender-scented sheets of the guest room and climbed in, too.
“Better,” he muttered and turned off the light.
Sarah fit herself closer to his body, seeking the comfort of his warmth and strength.
His limbs folded around her, encasing her in security.
His whisper fluttered around her, “Little kitten, you are everything to me.”
