He groaned. “What do you need, angel?”
“You. I need you.”
“Do you need my cock?”
“Yes!”
“Do you need my cock in that snug wee pussy?” The words were guttural with desire.
“So much. I need you so much.” I arched my back, yanking harder on the ties. “Ramsay.”
He moved onto the bed.
His gaze stopped on the still red scar of my knife wound.
Tears burned my eyes as he reverently pressed a trail of gentle kisses over it. Ramsay looked up at me. “Warrior woman.”
I smiled, blinking back the tears. “Don’t you forget it.”
With a wicked grin, his response was to reach for the underwear. He tore them in two and I let out a huff of laughter because I wasn’t even surprised. It wasn’t the first time he’d ruined a pair. Smoothing his rough palms down my inner thighs, he pushed my legs apart to move between them. Lifting my hips off the bed, he gripped my thighs wide and nudged against my entrance.
“Too young. Too sweet.” His eyes narrowed, his jaw flexing as he pushed slowly into me.
“What?” I gasped.
“That’s what I used to think. That you were too young. Too sweet.”
“And now?”
He smirked. “You’re still too young. Too sweet for the likes of me.” He gritted his teeth on another groan as I arched into the slow, overwhelming sensation of him filling me. “You’re also too much mine for me to ever let go now.”
“Never let go,” I gasped as he bottomed out and my inner muscles throbbed around him. God, I’d missed him.
“Never,” he promised gruffly.
I expected a rough, beautiful fucking.
Instead, Ramsay’s drives were measured, building the tension inside me in excruciatingly wonderful slow thrusts. I tugged on the ties.
“Take it, angel,” he demanded. “There’s nothing for you to do but take my cock.”
I relaxed my arms and gave myself over to him.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Ramsay bared his teeth as he increased his thrusts. “Your pussy drives me mad. If I died coming inside you, woman, I’d die a happy fucking man.”
I laughed. “Literally.”
His grin turned a bit feral as he increased his thrusts.
“Come on me, Silver. Come like a good girl on my cock.”
Those were the words I’d needed.
Shaking and clenching and shuddering around him, my cries echoed off the walls as the restraints pulled my arms tense against the power of my climax.
Then to my surprise, Ramsay reached over me, tugging the ropes free. “I want your hands on me,” he explained before his mouth took mine.
I smoothed my hands down his muscular back, feeling his heat, his need, kissing him back as voraciously as he kissed me. He rocked into me as I touched him wherever I could reach as he finally broke the kiss to breathe. Ramsay held my eyes as he moved over me and inside me.
