It’s an intimate connection and one that’ll last until one of us dies for good.
I stroke her inside, calming her, readying her for another onslaught. “No matter where you go or how many years pass, you’ll always belong to me.”
She turns toward me then. Even with the blindfold, her eyes burn into me. “And you belong to me, Lucian. We’re both cursed.”
Maybe she’s right.
We are cursed.
But I’m not sure I want it any other way.
Chapter
Eleven
Elliot
Ican’t think. Everything in me is dialed up, higher than the last time he tied me up. It’s like that bite that changed my world changed even more than I knew.
Every touch from him is exquisite torture.
I burn.
And I hunger again, a deep, wild hunger, like the one that took me when I was reborn.
I want to struggle out of the ropes. I want to claw at him, sink in my fangs and drink. Not just blood. But essence.
Some kind of sexual energy that buzzes hot between us.
I also want to suck him off, take him deep down my throat, have him hammer in there, pushing me past all limits.
As he continues to finger me, a soothing, rolling post-orgasmic precursor to more, I want to push him.
I want to see just how far his control lasts until it cracks down the middle and opens, spilling the center of him out.
In the park, it was wild. I crave that insane side of him.
Like then, I want to break him.
Destroy his need for control.
“You’re mine.” He whispers the words.
He keeps up that steady beat in me, working the rope in precise rhythmic movements that threaten to destroy me.
“What if I don’t want to be yours?” I ask.
“You don’t have a choice.”
“You would rather me be your prisoner?”
“Doesn’t it have its perks?” he asks softly. “You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“And what do you want?” I gasp as a shiver of delight runs through me. I can’t move because the slightest lift of my hips changes the rope’s tension.
I’m greedy enough to want that beat he’s got going. I want to sing the song.
I’m crazy enough—crazy in all the ways he’s hinting at—to want to see what he’s going to do next.
