“Don’t you dare close your eyes,” he growled when he finally broke the kiss.
He knew his anger was misplaced. This whole situation was his fault. He was punishing her for something he’d told her he wanted. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t stand the idea of her closing her eyes and picturing Eric while he was touching her.
Popping the front clasp on her bra, he bared her breasts to his hungry gaze. Cupping the gentle swell with his hand he devoured her, drawing the tight peak of her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard enough to bow her back and have her whimpering in pleasure. He was rough, demanding, and insatiable, and he intended to make her come so many times the only name she could remember was his.
Alternating between her breasts, he suckled her nipples, pulling on her tender skin with his lips and teeth and tongue until they were red, swollen and straining toward him. When she was panting and struggling against the pearl bindings, he kissed his way down her body, slipping off her panties before settling between her legs. With his face inches above her sex, he breathed in her musky scent and his cock throbbed with wanting her. It would be a long time before he let himself take the sweet pleasure of sinking into her tight heat.
Parting her folds with his thumbs, he licked into her, dragging his tongue from her opening to her clit. He heard her breath go out on a sigh and he looked up in time to see her eyes go heavy lidded with pleasure.
“With me, Claire,” he said, biting the flesh above her mound hard enough to mark her and make her eyes fly open.
He slid two long fingers inside her, curving them to stroke her while he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Without relenting or giving her a chance to catch her breath he licked and sucked and flicked the bundle of nerves over and over and over again until she was thrashing on the bed. He felt her pussy tighten, pulsing around his fingers as the first orgasm rolled over her, but he didn’t stop.
He kept up the relentless torture of her swollen clit, licking and sucking while she gasped for breath and begged, theplease, please, pleasefalling from her lips in an endless stream. Circling the tight bud of her ass with his finger, he pressed the tip into her, making shallow thrusts as he sucked her clit. He felt the moment her second orgasm started. Her body clamped down against the invasion and she whimpered as he held her clit gently between his teeth and flicked it back and forth with his tongue. Her body trembled and still he refused to give up as the tremors ripped through her.
“Please, Luke. Please, God, it’s too much.”
“Not yet, sweetheart. It’s not nearly enough yet.”
She let out a whimper, and he gave her abused clit a momentary reprieve, focusing his attention back on her nipples, rolling and pinching the tight peaks with his fingers until she was panting with the pleasure pain of it.
“Please, Luke, please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” he asked bending to draw a swollen nipple into his mouth, suckling her until her back bowed and her head thrashed.
“Enough, please, it’s enough,” she gasped, straining against the pearls.
“One more time. Come for me one more time.”
“I can’t.”
“You can,” he said, settling between her legs.
This time when he licked into her it was with slow, gentle strokes. He kept his touch even and light as he wound her tighter and tighter until he felt the trembling start in her legs. With aching slowness, he wrapped his lips around her clit sucking the tender bundle of nerves, gently at first then harder as her breath hitched and her legs wrapped around him. Sliding first two fingers then three into her, her started to fuck her with his hand. She was so slick from her arousal and his mouth; it was easy for him to curve a finger deep inside her and stroke gentle arcs until she was crying out in release as another orgasm rolled over her.
“Let me touch you, please,” she begged, her eyes glassy and her hair a sexy tangle from tossing around on the bed.
“No. I want you like this.” He saw her blink fast, but he ignored the part of his heart that was telling him to give her anything she wanted in favor of the louder part that told him to give her another orgasm.
He climbed off the bed just long enough to strip off his clothes and then he was back, kneeling between her legs, his iron hard cock seeking her heat. Palming her ass, he angled her hips and plunged inside her. Her breath went out in a rush, her mouth a soft round O, and he grappled for control. She was so tight, so hot, so wet, and he was never going to stop fucking her.
With punishing strokes, he thrust over and over until he felt her body start to tighten around him. When she came this time, it was with a flood. Her sweet cunt gushed for him and it took everything he had to keep from going over the edge with her.
“Look at me,” he said when her eyes started to drift closed.
“Luke, please,” she begged straining against the pearls. “Please. I’m yours. I only want to be yours.”
He kept thrusting, his focus on keeping an iron hard control over his body. He wasn’t going to let himself surrender to the pleasure. He hadn’t earned it. He might never earn it.
“Just say it, please,” she gasped as he drove them both higher and higher, spiraling like Icarus toward the sun. “You can have all of me. I’m right here, loving you. Just say it. I know you do. Stop punishing us and tell me that you love me, too.”
He looked into her green eyes and everything he felt, everything he wanted to say hung in the air between them, and he still couldn’t do it. Tears streamed down Claire’s face as she gave her wrists a good hard yank, breaking the strands and sending pearls scattering everywhere. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him to her and his pace turned from desperate to frantic.
Resting his elbows on either side of her head, he cupped her face and touched her forehead with his. This time when her body tightened, he went over the edge with her, emptying himself inside her and when they collapsed in each other’s arms, his face was wet with tears but he didn’t know if they were hers or his.
LUKE WOKE IN the dark room just before dawn and knew immediately Claire was gone. He was afraid for good this time. When he turned on the light, he saw the scattered pearls from the strands that would never be whole again and his heart clutched. He sat in bed, running a hand through his hair and wondering how he’d managed to fuck things up so badly and if he’d ever be able to fix them.
