“Say it.”
“I want you to make me forget.” Her voice breaks. “Make me forget everything except this.”
Something in my chest tightens. I understand that need. The desire to lose yourself in sensation, to escape the weight of your own thoughts.
“I can do that.” I hesitate, my gaze snagging on the bonds holding her to the bed. “Do you want me to remove these?”
She tugs at them gently. “No…they’re fine.”
With a crooked smile, I settle between her thighs and taste her.
My tongue is soft as it slips through her folds, teasing, then hard as I press against her clit.
She cries out, her hips lifting off the bed. I hold her steady and work her with my tongue, finding the rhythm that makes her shake.
“Oh god,” she moans. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I have no intention of stopping. I want to hear her scream my name. Want to feel her come apart under my mouth.
It doesn’t take long. She’s already so close, so wound up from fear and adrenaline and desire. When the orgasm hits her, she sobs my name, her whole body convulsing.
I kiss my way back up her body and reach up to untie her wrists. The silk falls away, and immediately her hands are on me, pulling me closer.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers against my lips. “Now.”
I position myself at her entrance and push in slowly. She’s so wet, so ready, and the feeling of her wrapped around me steals my breath.
“Look at me,” I command, and her eyes lock with mine.
I start to move, keeping the pace slow and deep. This isn’t about punishment or possession anymore, and that terrifies me.
She wraps her legs around my waist, taking me deeper. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I welcome the pain. It grounds me. Reminds me this is real.
“Mikhail.” My name is a prayer on her lips. “I feel…”
“I know.” I kiss her deeply, swallowing whatever she was going to say. “I feel it too.”
I increase the pace, driving into her harder. She meets me thrust for thrust, our bodies moving together like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
Like we were made for this.
For each other.
The thought should scare me. Instead, it pushes me closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” I growl against her neck. “Let me feel you.”
She shatters around me, her inner walls clenching so tight I see stars. I follow her over, burying myself deep as my release tears through me.
For a long moment, we just lie there, tangled together, our hearts racing in sync.
I should pull away.
Should put distance between us.
But I can’t make myself move.
Instead, I roll to my side and pull her against me. She fits perfectly in my arms, her head on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.
