“Because I like it.”
His gaze smouldered. “I could do it with my bare hands.”
“I want your hands elsewhere, Cam.”
He took a shuddery breath. “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do when you say my name like that.”
He’d said something like that before, and I hadn’t understood what he meant until he’d uttered my name like a prayer. Until he’d gripped my throat like he was right now and all I’d wanted was for him to squeeze so tight that there was nothing else but me and him in that moment.It ends with us.
I blinked, blindsided by the finality of the devil dancing through its monologue, and whether he knew it or not, Cam saw me fall and he caught me.
He threw me to the bed and advanced on me, violence seeping from every powerful movement as he covered me with his heavy bulk. He didn’t kiss me again, but I didn’t expect him to. I’d asked him for something else. Something sharper.
Harder.
A low growl rumbling from his chest, he ripped open a drawer by the bed. I didn’t see what he retrieved, but the cool satin binding my wrists moments later was no surprise. It made sense that he was kinky as hell. He had demons to silence too.
Cam restrained my arms above my head, my bound wrists secured to the solid wood of his bed. He sat back on his haunches and regarded me with hooded eyes, his lashes so inky and dark they disappeared into the shadows of the barely lit room. “Do you need a safe word?”
“Are you going to hurt me?”
Alertness snapped into his gaze. “No.”
Shame.“Then I do not need one. Tell me... do you trust yourself?”
“With you?”
“And without.”
Cam leaned down, nudging my legs apart to make room for himself between them. “Yes and no, in any order you choose. How does that make you feel?”
“I like it.”
“Do you like this?” He hinged his body forward and took my nipple in his mouth, biting down.
The effect was instant, my hips bucking from the bed, seeking friction where I craved him most. “I do.”
His only response was to bite harder, and the ecstasy that rolled through me was that of a promise. This man understood me without trying, and the binds around my wrists were the last thing I would have to ask him for tonight.
11
Cam
There was an animal in me that only Alexei could tame, but first, we had to set it free.
We fucked all night, the meal I’d prepared long forgotten as Alexei remained bound to my headboard, his resilience blowing my rowdy mind. I took him apart in every position his restraints allowed, and still, he wanted more.
Light was beginning to creep into the darkness we’d made our own by the time I felt something shift in him. I was drenched in sweat, muscles shaking with fatigue, throat hoarse from the primal sounds he’d ripped from me all night long.
On his knees, legs spread, shoulders tense as I took him from behind, Alexei was a lake, his leaner frame rippling with every thrust inside him, but an eerie calm still gripped him.
He needs more.
I’d seen this in him the first time we’d fucked. The detachment he couldn’t seem to breach. Perhaps on that night he hadn’t wanted to, but behind the composed facade, I saw the desperation. He wanted this. He wantedme. Why else would he have come here?
There were a dozen answers to that question, but my mind was poleaxed enough to only stretch to the ones I wanted to hear.
I punched my hips forward, driving deep into Alexei, then I stayed there and reached for the binds on his wrists.
