She was laid out before me like a gift, her chest rising and falling with anticipation and her pert pink nipples hard little points that made my mouth water. Her lips were slightly parted, and my cock went rock-hard when her tongue darted out to sweep across them.
She couldn’t see me. Couldn’t predict what I’d do next. All she could do was feel.
She was the one tied up with ropes, and yet I was the one bound—to her.
I dropped to my knees, ready to worship at her altar. Slowly, I crawled over her body and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. She jumped, a small gasp escaping her lips. I kissed lower—her collarbone, the swell of her breast, the soft skin of her stomach. Each touch made her twitch, and goose bumps followed the trail my lips made.
“You’re so responsive,” I murmured against her hip. “And so fucking beautiful.”
I took my time, desperate to draw out every single second with her. I kissed and licked and teased until she was trembling, until her skin was flushed and her breathing ragged, and soft whimpers were spilling fromher lips with every touch. I used my hands and my mouth, mapping every inch of her body, learning her reactions all over again even though I already knew them by heart.
And somewhere in the middle of it—somewhere between her desperate moans and the way she whispered my name like a prayer—I realized this wasn’t working.
I wasn’t getting control back at all. I was losing it entirely.
Because every sound she made, every way she responded to me, every moment of trust she gave—it wasn’t making me feel powerful. It was making me feelconnected.
To her.
Connected in a way I’d never felt with anyone—in a way I’d never allowed myself to feel.
I buried myself between her thighs, using my tongue to push her toward the edge, and when she came with a broken cry, her body arching off the blankets, I felt it in my own chest like an echo.
I needed to be inside her.
I stripped off my clothes with hands that weren’t quite steady, rolled on a condom, and positioned myself at her entrance. She was still trembling from her orgasm, still blindfolded, still bound, and when I pushed into her, the sound she made nearly undid me.
“Liam.” My name on her lips. No one said my name like she did.
I started to move, setting a rhythm that was harder than I’d planned, more desperate. She met me thrust for thrust, her bound hands pulling at the rope, her head thrown back in pleasure. I gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, and drove into her with deep thrusts.
“You’re only mine, Aves.”
The words slipped out before I could stop them. I’d saidsomething similar during our Yes Day, but that had been different because she’d asked me to say it. I’d been able to tell myself I was just giving her what she wanted, playing a role, checking a box on her list, even if deep down I’d felt the truth of those words when I’d said them. But she hadn’t asked me to say it tonight. No one was performing right now. This had come from somewhere I couldn’t explain, but they weren’t followed by fear like I’d expected.
Her pussy fluttered around my length as she sucked in a sharp breath. “Liam?—”
“Tell me how good my cock feels inside you,” I demanded, covering the slip with something filthier, something safer. “Tell me no one else has ever fucked you like this.”
“No one,” she gasped. “Just you. Only you.”
Only me.
The words hit me like a puck to the chest. I buried my face in her neck and drove into her harder, chasing release, chasing oblivion, chasing anything that would quiet the roaring in my head and the unfamiliar feeling consuming my heart.
She came again, clenching around me, and I followed her over the edge with a groan I couldn’t have contained if I’d tried.
For a second, I just stayed there. Trying to catch my breath and figure out what the fuck had just happened. But I didn’t stay like that for long.
I knew the second she saw me, she’d see right through me, and I needed a minute to try to put myself to rights—mentally and emotionally more than physically.
So I reached up and untied her wrists first, buying myself a few seconds to get my expression under control. My hands were shaking and I willed them to stop. By thetime I slid the silk from her eyes, I’d almost convinced myself I looked normal.
Her eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim lighting, and when she focused on my face, I looked away, focusing on the faint red marks the rope had left, even though I’d been careful.
“You okay?” My voice came out rougher than I intended.
“More than okay.” Her voice sounded like she was smiling, but I still couldn’t look at her. “That was incredible.”
