“The hell it is.” Bastien made quick work of the knot at the back of his robe and had it pooled on the floor in an instant. His hands checked the bindings at my wrists, ensuring they were tight, while his eyes traveled up my torso, gaze sizzling up every soft inch, before his thumbs hooked at my waistband and pushed.
His jaw clenched, eyes equal parts ravaged and desperate, the press of his hands into my flesh left all the marks his words couldn’t.
Eyes holding mine, he slid his fingers inside the elastic of my panties, pushing them down my thighs before our lips came together in a fevered rush. A kiss that stole all of my breath and my soul along with it.
That kiss wasn’t the light at the end of the tunnel; it was the bomb in the darkness, lighting up the dark depths of our souls just enough for us to catch a glimpse before the lights burned out again.
A simple kiss, the beginning of the end.
Bastien wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling my ass to land on the wooden-topped chest as his other deft hand stripped me of my underwear. With one large palm pressed at the base of my back, he snuck under the cage of my arms again before catching my lips with his just as his cock nudged at the edge of my entrance.
His hips moved in a slow rhythm, a torturous tango my head grew dizzy trying to anticipate, my body succumbing to the drugging force of his lips pressed against mine, tongue working in tandem to sever every lock I held tight, burn every wall I’d kept purposely high.
With the blood of Christ on his lips, Bastien entered me fully, filling me so tightly his invasion burned and itched. The burn of a man inside me for the first time too much to bear. My teeth sank into the flesh at his neck, tight ropes of muscle strung with sinew tighter than the ones that bound my wrists.
Finally, sweet agony filled my muscles, relaxing around him until the stretch of his girth felt less like an invasion and more a pleasurable assault.
His hands covering my body, paying attention to all the places he’d been promising to, his fingertips and lips owning every piece, I gave him my last moments of innocence.
Encircling me in both his arms, he held me against him in a hug that caged, coaxing out all my love for him against my will. A love the sheer size of which I still couldn’t fathom.
Bastien slipped a hand around his neck, working the red ropes from my wrists and letting them fall to the floor in a heap. I dug my nails into his skin instantly, muscled shoulder blades flexing beneath my palms as I clung to him, begging for more.
With every inhale, we sealed both of our coffins.
