My hands bump against...that’s the headboard. Shit. He’s going to tie me up again.
“Is your mom still here?” The squeaky tenor with which I speak probably hints at a fear of being overheard by his family...while, truthfully, their presence is probably not having the effect on me that it should.
The sound of heavier fabric being stretched tight pulls me from thoughts of Eli’s mother, and well...that’s probably for the best in the current situation.
It’s the shirt I was wearing. He’s securing it to something above my head. I lightly tug on my hands and find that, yes, I am in fact tied to the headboard. Tied to the headboard, blindfolded, and topless.Oh. My. SPICY ROMANCE SCENE, Rina Kent! This is hot. Really, really hot.
Paying attention to the way his weight shifts on the mattress, I can sense that Eli is moving back and gliding over my body. The rough stubble of his face barely skims my goose-bumped skin as his lips trace a path from my hairline, softly down the bridge of my nose and settle over my lips. He’s not kissing me. He’s hovering there barely moving. Our breaths meet and tangle together creating tension in the air between us.
“Little Devil?”
“Yes.” My response is a near whisper, and it’s all I’m capable of. My pants are still on, but already I’m breathless and desperate.
“You’re mine aren’t you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I’m yours, Eli. So very yours.” It’s almost like I can’t answer his questions fast enough. I want to please him, and words are all I have right now.
“Mmm. That’s right. So very mine. I’m the only man alive to ever touch these.” He has continued moving down my body until now, his warm mouth is claiming one nipple, and his tongue is swirling around the raised flesh, hardening it beneath his attention. His large hands take over for his tongue as he trails down my stomach and...AH...further. His mouth never leaves my skin as he tugs the thin pajama pants from my waist.
“What about me?”
“Huh?”Was there more to that question? My brain is hazy. I can only be in one place at a time, and I am definitely wherever his mouth is.I don’t understand what he’s asking.
“What about me, Vaughn. Am I yours?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah. You’re mine.”
“Mmmm. That’s good.”
“Mmmhhhmm. Do I have to kill anyone?”
He chuckles into my skin but doesn’t respond because I guess we’re joking about murder now.
He has managed to remove my pants without ever taking his mouth off my skin. I still can’t see anything, and I can’t reach for him, but I can hear the soft moans and sharp gasps coming from my mouth. I can smell the scent of my body’s own arousal. I can feel the intense sensations that his hands, mouth, and breaths are creating on my skin. It’s a profound and consuming feeling. He’s bringing me to the edge, and I can’t anticipate what’s coming next until he blows cool air onto my clit. My hips instinctively buck and my hands pull on their restraints.
“Eli. Fuck.”
His low chuckle vibrates against me, and it’s already a conscious effort to hold back my orgasm.
“Mmm. The sweetest scent.” His intake of air is audible before he spreads me open with his fingers and roughly licks my clit. “And the taste of you. All my favorite things.”
“AH. Mmm.” He uses the soft, lightly textured surface of his tongue to flatten against my clit before moving it side to side, unraveling my resolve. I was already held together by a fraying thread, and his tongue has officially finished me off. “Eli.”
My hips rock back and forth as the orgasm consumes me, with the clenching of my inner walls causing his tongue to move faster across my clit. The scruff on his face scrapes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I turn my face into my arm to muffle the weird and utterly desperate sounds I’m making. Eli turns his face to laugh against my thigh while his whole body shakes.
“Doing okay, Gorgeous?” It’s obvious in the confident almost cocky way he says this that he knows I’m more than okay.
My nod and quiet “Mmhmm” aren’t necessary, but I assure him anyway. He has pulled away from me, but I still feel his weight on the bed between my legs. His heated gaze is on me. I can feel it on every inch of my flushed skin.
“Eli?”
“Just taking in everything that I own. It doesn’t seem real. Doesn’t seem fair. It’s still mine, though isn’t it, Devil.”
“Yes.”
