“I’ll buy you another,” he snarls against my skin. “I’ll buy you a hundred new dresses.”
“I don’t care.” I moan, the ruined dress already forgotten as he unfastens my bra and lifts one of my breasts to his lowered mouth. He tongues my nipple before catching it between his teeth. I cry out at the pleasurable pain, which arcs through my body like lightning.
Dominating my mouth again with his kiss, he caresses and strokes me, smoothly ridding me of my panties before sliding his hand between my legs. His thumb teases my clit, his fingers delving into the molten heat of my sex.
“Please,” I beg, writhing into his touch.
And I need to feel him too. I find the hem of his T-shirt and start to slip my hand under the material. I feel a tug on my wrist and realize he still holds the silk belt. He tightens the slack, at the same time stepping back totake hold of my other hand now too.
He binds my wrists together, tying the belt too tight for me to escape. Not that the thought of it even occurs to me. I have no fear, only wild excitement . . . and complete trust.
I stand before him naked and bound, and trembling with anticipation.
Gabe’s fevered gaze drinks me in, a slow perusal that only makes the bulge of his erection appear on the verge of bursting out of his jeans.
He raises my tied arms up over my head, a silent command to keep them there.
His touch sears me, both hands moving over every inch of my body. Then he abruptly turns me around and presses me forward against the wall until my cheek rests against the cool drywall. His denim-clad thigh nudges my legs farther apart—wider, then wider still.
I jolt when his kiss lands on the center of my spine. I squirm when his tongue drifts lower, licking a trail of fire all the way down to the cleft of my ass. A finger invades my sex, then another, pushing deep, spreading my juices and stroking my inner walls until I am panting with arousal and quivering on unsteady legs.
“I can’t be gentle,” he warns me. “Not this time.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want you to be.”
I hear the rasp of his zipper behind me, then the rough tug of his clothing in the instant before I feel the thick head of his cock at the drenched seam of my body. He doesn’t undress. It seems he has no patience for that.
He rams into me, fucking me with savage thrusts. His strokes are hard and unhinged, one hand clutching my hip while the other is fisted in my hair. Our coupling is primal, a relentless, animal act.
And I have never been more aroused in my life.
The words he utters are filthy, worshipful. His voice low and coarse, like gravel and velvet. I am lost to the overwhelming power of him now. Pleasure streaks into my nerve endings, bright white, lightning hot.
If control was what he needed tonight, I am only too glad to surrender all of mine. Anything if it means he’ll keep driving his cock into me as if he can’t get close enough, can’t go deep enough. He needs this, and I revel in the fact that it is me who’s giving him this.
“Fuck,” he growls beside my ear. “I’m gonna come.” He powers into me without losing his pace, his thrusts rough and urgent, verging on violent. “I need to come.”
He’s not asking for permission. Tonight, he has only need. Need for this domination, this fevered release.
And, yes, need for me.
I need it too—this connection to him that is both primitive and sublime. I want him to go on like this forever, but his release is already slamming into him. Behind me, his heavy frame goes rigid. He drives deep, so deep it wrenches a small scream from my throat. His strangled roar erupts out of him and he pulls me tight against his body as a shudder rakes him and the scorching blast of his release fills me.
He keeps pumping, his arm locked around my waist as the aftershocks convulse over him. His shaft is still hard, each slick thrust inflaming my unspent desire. He curses, his hot breath skating across the back of my neck.
“I didn’t wait for you.”
I can’t see his face, but I can hear the self-recrimination in his raspy voice. I hear the apology in his words. I shake my head. “It’s all right. Never hold back with me. I love that I can give you this. I love . . .”
My confession drifts off when I feel him reaching up to untie the bonds at my wrists. He gently pulls out of me, and I can’t help moaning at the loss. But then he turns me around, his strong arms still caging me against the wall. His face is intense with emotion, with so much tender care and deep affection it makes my throat catch.
He lowers his head and kisses me. It is slow and restrained, but I can taste the wildness still thrumming inside him.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen, Eve.Youweren’t supposed to happen.” He strokes my cheek with trembling fingers. “I need you. Christ . . . I’ve just used you like a fucking animal, and I still need you.”
“Then have me, Gabriel.”
With the silk ribbon still dangling from one wrist, I reach down to caress his erection, which is still thick and jutting from his open jeans, still slick and hot from his release. He holds my stare, his handsome face caught between pleasure and torment as I run my hand over him.
