Once some control of her muscles returned, she eased herself off of him, replacing the clasp of her body with her hand. A tremor rippled through him, bound hands yanking at the restraints. The hook creaked and wiggled, but didn’t give way.
She slid her hand up and down his length. She might have taken him in her mouth, but that would have deprived her of the sight of him gasping and quivering, an alluring combination of raw masculine power and helplessness.
His breathing grew harsh and ragged as she stroked him. A moan tore from his lips, taking the vague shape of her name. The sound sent a dark shock of residual pleasure through her. She knew he must be painfully close, so it didn’t surprise her when after only a few passes of her hand, his hips bucked. His seed jetted over her fingers as his body went rigid.
A cracking noise sounded, and Velia glanced up to see that the hook had partially yielded. The surrounding plaster splintered, dust and fragments tumbling down the wall. The hook remained in the wall, but canted downward at an angle.
“Oops,” Velia said with a satisfied grin. “We’ll have to fix that.”
Ferox didn’t seem capable of speech, but Velia took pity on him and reached up to unhook his bound wrists, then untied them. She fetched a rag, wiped her hands, then cleaned the remains of his seed from him as well. Once those practicalities were accomplished, she slid back into bed with him.
His arms closed around her. “I didn’t mind that, but I missed touching you.” His voice was low and tender.
She snuggled into his chest with a pleased sigh. She felt similarly; though there had been an undeniable thrill in toying with him like that, the pleasure of being held in his arms was like no other.
Beneath her ear, his heart still pounded, but gradually, as the quiet moments stretched, it slowed. Her breathing matched his, and she allowed it to lull her to sleep.
16
VeliawokebeforeFeroxin the morning. The blanket had fallen off them in the night, but the heat of Ferox’s body rendered it entirely superfluous. She’d spent the night enveloped in his arms, her head pillowed on his chest.
Her eyes caught the riot of color spread over the floor. She smiled. He was right about the rugs; they were hideous in daylight, all clashing patterns and incongruous colors. But she loved the chaotic disorder for what it represented.
She squinted up at the small window high in the wall. The sky was still gray, as if just past dawn. That meant if Ferox roused himself in good time, they could squeeze in another coupling before having to rise.
She gave a luxurious stretch, allowing her bottom to make contact with his hips. He stirred, and the arm that lay over her waist tightened. She loved the way he held her, as if she was so precious that he needed to keep her with him even in sleep.
Behind her, she felt his cock beginning to thicken. She slid a hand back to help it along. A sleepy shudder ran through him as she took hold of it, and his hips pressed forward, giving even more of him to her touch.
The rhythm of his breathing changed, and his hand skimmed from her waist to find her bare breasts, fingertips grazing her nipples.
“Did I wake you?” she asked innocently.
He let out a rumbly groan. His breath caught as he reached full arousal, filling her hand with warm stiffness. The place between her legs throbbed, not satisfied for long even after last night’s intense climax.
“You want me again?” he murmured in her ear.
She nodded eagerly. “Quickly, though,” she said, eyeing the increasing lightness of the sky.
“That won’t be a problem.” From behind, his hand palmed between her thighs. He made a low, hungry noise when his fingers slipped in the wetness that had already gathered. He stroked her gently, fingers testing and exploring. “Is there pain?”
“No.” She grinned, though he couldn’t see her face. “You were very gentle last night.”
“Not like I had a choice,” he growled. His thumb found the spot that made her shudder, and he circled it slowly. Pleasure flared at his touch, and she bent her knee forward, opening herself to him.
“Take me like this,” she said breathlessly.
He considered for a moment as he stroked her with the flat of his broad thumb. “Like this?” He moved his hand to her hip, holding her in place. His cock slid between her thighs and nudged against her sex.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He moved against her again. Though he wasn’t penetrating her, heat still kindled at the blunt, warm press of him. His bottomarm slid beneath her torso, elbow bent to splay his hand over her chest in a possessive grasp.
She waited expectantly for him to enter her, but he only kept up that maddening slide against her. She arched her back, hoping to guide him where she wanted, but he evaded her movements. That was when she realized he was doing this on purpose—retaliation for how she’d toyed with him last night.
“I want you inside me,” she purred, trying to make the words sound as seductive as possible. Surely, few men could resist hearing something like that.
He chuckled in her ear. “That wouldn’t be very gentle, would it?”
