Page 55 of Bound

“No, you’re pretending to breathe.”

Annoyingly accurate. I pull in air. Slowly. He waits.

The man who wants to own the world waits for my lungs.

When his fingers touch me, they are slick and careful, not rushing, not taking. My body tenses from instinct more than pain.

He stops immediately. “Color.”

I swallow. “Green.”

His fingers move with more patience than I expect from a man built almost entirely of control issues. He doesn’t force or control. He coaxes. Small circles.

Soft pressure. Strange. Uncomfortable. Coming from a shameful place before him I never knew could be used like this.

A kiss to my shoulder. Another to the side of my throat. “Good,” he murmurs. “That’s it.”

Heat begins to replace nerves. Slowly. Embarrassingly. Completely. My body, traitorous little thing, decides curiosity is fascinating.

Lucian notices. Of course. His breath changes against my skin. “I love how your body responds to me. I love how wet you get for me, baby. You beautiful girl.”

That just makes it worse.

Overwhelmed, I close my eyes. My pussy clenches for him, wanting him inside me and my anal muscles tighten around the strange situation going on behind me.

His fingers move further inside of me. My muscles want to reject him, but he doesn’t allow it, pushing steady and firm.

“Still green?”

My voice is thinner now. “Green.”

“Good girl.” That praise slides under my skin and melts something; any pride I had remaining.

I am fully his.

His hand moves away for a second, and then the wand hums softly to life.

My eyes fly open. “Oh.”

Lucian’s mouth brushes my ear. “Too much?”

“It hasn’t touched me yet.”

“It touched your imagination.”

I swallow. “My imagination is dramatic.”

“Yes.”

He drags the smooth head of the wand along my inner thigh. A tremble instantly shoots through me. The vibrations make me pulse harder with need. He moves it higher, not where I need it. Not yet. But closer.

Just close enough that every muscle in my body waits for him.

He stares at me in the reflection. “Still green?”

“Mmm…” is all I can manage.

“Words, baby.”