“I’ve been touching you this whole time,” I remind her.
“I know. But it’s not the same.”
If I’m not careful, she’ll bring me tomyknees.
“Better?” I ask after a moment and tip her chin up so I can see her eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispers. I know she’s not simply talking about allowing her hands on my chest.
“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, firefly.” I kiss her gently and then remove her hands from me. “That’s enough now. I have to focus, and I can’t do that as well when your hands are on me. I’m going to restrain them.”
Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips. “But not behind me?”
I want to kill him just for this look, this goddamn fear, in her eyes.
“Never,” I assure her. “In front of you.”
She nods, and I grab more red rope and get to work, making knots down her arms and wrists, even between her fingers. Then I cross her arms in front of her, over her belly, so I still have unrestricted access to her tits, and tie them there.
I mastered the art of Shibari in my early thirties, and I’ve worked my ropes over many women over the years,but no experience was quite like this one. Eloise is in a different league altogether.
Her incredibly soft skin is flushed, and each time my knuckles brush against her, her breath hitches so beautifully, it makes my cock twitch in my pants.
She’s back in subspace. Those pupils so wide, her breathing even. I help her down to her knees and walk away from her altogether.
I know I said it earlier.
Unbelievable.
My woman, the love of my life, the only girl I’ll ever want again, is kneeling in our home, covered in my ropes. Her feet are crossed at the toes under her perfect ass, and I can see the red jewel just above them. The ropes look like lace, looped over her body and knotted strategically to look like jewelry.
She’s a vision.
And she’s mine.
Hearing her say that she’d leave today brought out something dark and primal in me. If I could keep her just like this, so she couldn’t try to run away, I would.
Without qualms.
Because she’llneverleave me.
I push off the table, where I’ve been leaning, watching her, and kneel behind her. She’s so far under that she doesn’t even raise her gaze in the mirror to look at me.
“Eloise?”
“Green.”
I smile and ghost my lips over the ball of her left shoulder, the one that’s hurt.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
I want to take her to the brink once more before I set my hard, pulsing cock free and fuck her.
I want to make her as crazy for me as I am for her.
“Look at how gorgeous you are in my ropes.” She bites her lower lip, and I reach around to tug it free with my thumb, then cradle her throat in my hand, not squeezing, just holding. “Have I told you how perfect your breasts are?”
“No.”
