It’s a ruse. A part of his dirty games, of him worshipping me in ways that aren’t sweet and soft.
He shifts my panties to the side, dragging two fingers from my pussy to rub my arousal over my clit. When that throbbing part of me is wet, Duncan presses the heel of his hand there, shoving two thick fingers into my sex.
“Oh God,” I breathe, my eyes wide as he finger-fucks me.
“You, Elowyn, have my heart on a leash.” Once he findsthatspot, he grazes it with his fingertips. Pleasure strikes me, and I have to lock my teeth to keep from screaming. “Your scent, your skin, how fucking sweet you are. The things I want to do to you…”
The threat he delivers sends me right over the edge.
My pussy spasms around his fingers, but he’s relentless. He forces another orgasm out of me, his fingers curling deep, his lips and tongue making love to my throat.
I’m cursing. I’m crying. I’m praying for Duncan.
With his kisses, he tells me the words he couldn’t for over a decade.
I love you.
I’ll protect you.
You and me, it’s forever.
I swear. I swear. I swear.
As soon as he wrings out the last of my climax, he steps away. My knees buckle from the abruptness of it. If not for the ropes, I would’ve collapsed to the floor in a pile of flesh and bones.
“I need you,” I whisper. I beg. “I’m so empty it hurts.”
His broody, sexy silence settles around us as he goes to work on my jeans and panties. The scissor blades are cold against my skin as he snaps my clothes without ever cutting me.
One leg. The other.
And then I’m naked.
When Duncan rises to his full height, I’m not just being watched or seen anymore.
Those eyes sweep over me once, slowly, like he’s cataloging every breath I take.
Every twitch.
Every place he plans to touch.
I don’t dare speak, refusing to break the spell.
“Fuck.” He clenches his hand into a fist. Bites his knuckles. Curses. “Look at you. You know you’re my undoing, don’t you? Naked and dripping down your thighs. I’m tempted, but…”
My gaze follows him on his way back to his desk. “But what?”
“But, little moon.” He returns, sliding over a tray with him.
There’s a Mason jar there, filled with transparent liquid. Next to the jar, I spot gold leaves.
“Eyes on me.” Duncan hooks his finger under my chin, tipping my face up. “Always.”
“But?”
These binds, they stop me from raking my hands through his hair. I can’t reach very far.
My frustration is as heavy as my desire. “But what, Duncan?”
