For a long moment, he held me, shaking in the heat, breathing hard.
At last,at last,he drove his fingers down to where we were joined. I shuddered at his touch on my clit. At my entrance where he pulled out and the shower water rinsed away our combined wetness. I let him play. With my hands tied, I had no choice.
My eyes stayed closed as a cap popped, then sure fingers washed me. Thoroughly.
With low tones, he said, “Clean the injury you left on me.”
Elijah released my hands, and I slowly turned, peering up at him. His dark-eyed gaze held mine. In his hand was a washcloth, and I took it then tore my focus to the mark on his chest. The shower had rinsed away the blood, but I dabbed at the edges of it to make sure it was clean.
“Good girl,” he praised me.
I wasn’t, but when he bundled us both into white towels, I couldn’t protest. The events of the evening caught up with me, and my adrenaline rush had peaked with my orgasm. I drooped against him, and Elijah collected me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom.
On the big bed, I managed a protest about my hair being wet. I couldn’t sleep like that. It would soak sheets and dry a mess.
“I’ve got you.”
From the walk-in wardrobe, he brought a hairdryer and brush, using them on me like I was a doll. Drying my hair and brushing it out, whispering more words of praise on how pretty I was. How he loved the golden lengths he took care over.
I let him. All my fight was gone, at least for the night. I’d never known aftercare like this tenderness, and it quietened the independent streak I lived by.
None of my own possessions were here yet. The organisers of the game would send them over at some point. So I curled upinto the sheets, naked with a man I barely knew. My sleep was filled with images of him.
Chapter 11
Elijah
The lights of the city cast a glow into the bedroom, glancing over a sleeping Bonnie who was golden in the pale sheets. My woman. My claim.
It was four a.m., and I’d slept a few hours but woken again, hard, and too aware that I wasn’t alone.
Always, I slept alone. That had changed.
In my meeting with the skeleton crew rep, I’d been told how the game would make me feel. The animalistic nature of it. How the need to fuck and bond would take over everything.
I peeled the sheets down to her waist.
Bonnie was all soft curves, her body mine to stare at in her sleep. Actually, her body was mine entirely. Just as I was hers. I brushed a lock of hair from her face then dropped a kiss to her forehead. Her lips curved into a fleeting smile, but her eyes didn’t open. My dick pulsed in response. This time, I’d take it slow.
Carefully, I lifted her hand from across her chest and raised it to beside her head, repeating the act with the other, and leaving me free rein over her tits. They were incredible. More than a handful. I lowered down to suck on her nipple, wetting my finger and thumb to toy with the other. They hardened under my touch.
Bonnie drove her shoulders into the bed, arching her chest out. Her eyes stayed closed, but her lips moved. “You’re playing with me in my sleep?”
“Yes, beauty.”
She grumbled. “Asshole. I’m too tired to join in.”
“I don’t want you to. I just want to use you. Go back to sleep.”
Her lips curved, the smile faded, and her head lolled back on the pillow. For a minute, I held back. I didn’t want to disturb my woman’s rest after exhausting her, but if I didn’t come in her again, I’d lose my mind.
When her breathing had evened out, I tested her with a kiss to her rib cage. Another on the soft, warm skin just above the line of the white sheet. She didn’t wake. I drew the sheet off her entirely so it pooled on the floor.
Her cunt gleamed in the faint light. I’d made her wet again. I bit my lip over a pleased smile then kissed the space just above her clit. Bonnie’s body loved what I did to it. She’d come just from me fucking her earlier. I wanted to taste the next orgasm.
Easing off the bed, I spread her legs then knelt in the space between.
With a light touch, I slid my tongue down between her legs, flattening it over her clit then into her centre. Her taste filled my mouth. I was so hard, I could barely see. I repeated the action until she was soaked and I’d lost the ability to be gentle.
