I’m wet. Twitching. Spent.
Kai growls, his pace increasing, thrusting and flexing harder still. His brows draw together, the muscles in his jaw tight as he fights against this moment. His rhythm falters, body convulsing, his expression glorious and dark as climax consumes him.
He stills, his face intense and reactive as I continue to clench around him.
Braced between the door and Kai, his forehead rests above mine, eyes closed and breathing fast. I lower my bound hands over his head, my mind vacuous for the moment, unexpressed emotion choking in my throat.
That was . . . hard. Rapid. Unforgiving.
Oh god, my reactions, and the noises I made. I let him angry fuck me against the door.
Then his eyes open suddenly, the flash of warmth taking me by surprise. My fears ebb, receding to nothing as rapidly as they’d arrived. I smile, hesitantly... then over his shoulder spot the binding at my wrists. The torn black lace is all too familiar.
My undies.
‘You bastard,’ I say without conviction. ‘You’ve buggered them.’
‘I’m not that big of a deviant.’ His chest rumbles with some semblance of a laugh against mine before he lowers my feet to the floor. ‘Consider them ruined for a fucking good cause?’
I’m not sure about charitable works, but as he takes my hand and I glance back at the door, I think I may just have discovered how the termbangingcame about.
