“I need…” he rasped, voice ragged. “Let me…”
She nodded, breathless, unable to form the words. Her hands rose, desperate to touch him, to sink into his hair, to clutch his back, but he caught them midair.
He captured both wrists with one hand, drawing them behind her back, arching her body into his mouth as he lowered his head.
She gasped.
His lips closed over her nipple, and a thick knot of lust coiled low in her belly. The restraint, the helpless stretch of her body beneath him, made every nerve thrum harder. His tongue swirled over the swollen peak, teasing, then roughing it with the scrape of his teeth until she cried out, back bowing, thighs clenching. The sensation was sharp, exquisite, too much and not enough.
She couldn’t touch him.
Couldn’t stop him.
Couldn’t do anything but feel.
His mouth was heat and hunger, tugging strong and deep, and the pull of him reverberated through her womb like a slow, relentless drumbeat. Her skin flushed. Her vision blurred. Her body stopped obeying anything but instinct.
She wasn’t struggling anymore.
She was flying.
He released her wrists only when he was ready to move lower. Her arms fell limp against the sheets, useless with pleasure as his mouth trailed a hot, open line down her belly. She felt his hair brush her skin, felt the air shift, felt the storm gather between her thighs, and then he was there, sinking to his knees, dark and devastating as he pulled her to the edge.
She cried out as his tongue swept over her, a bold, blistering stroke that made her whole body jolt. His hands gripped her hips, locking her open, pulling her down onto his mouth like he was starving.
“Bear—” she choked out, but the rest of the words evaporated as he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked.
She shattered.
Her hips bucked, but he didn’t relent. His tongue plunged deep, fucking her in slow, ruthless rhythm, every stroke pulling a deeper cry from her lips. She couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
The orgasm rose like a storm inside her, rolling through her in a wave of light and fire, wracking her with such intense release her thighs trembled violently, and her vision went black at the edges. She screamed his name as she came, every breath a prayer to the man who worshipped her body like it was holy ground.
When she finally came back to herself, panting and stunned, his hands were no longer holding her.
His head rested on her thigh, eyes closed.
Like a man who had given everything.
Like a warrior who had laid down his weapon.
Guilt struck her, swift and aching. He hadn’t meant to break his own rule. He had only wanted to make her feel. She had let him.
She rose onto her elbows, looked down at him.
Then she moved.
She pushed at his shoulders, and his eyes opened in surprise as she nudged him back onto the bed. He didn’t resist. Just let her guide him. Let her crawl over him, straddle his hips, her thighs still quaking as she braced herself over the length of his body.
His cock pressed hot and heavy against her, slick with pre-come, and she wrapped her hand around the base of him.
His breath left him like a punch.
“You said take,” she whispered, voice rough and wrecked. “So I’m taking.”
She sank down onto him, slow and unyielding, until her body sheathed his, until he was seated fully inside her and the breath left both their lungs.
His hands gripped her thighs, his chest rising like a tide beneath her, and his eyes locked onto hers, wide and dark and reverent. Not demanding. Not claiming. Just seeing her.
