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“I couldn’t sleep,” I murmured. “I kept thinking about you.”

His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. “Baby, don’t say things like that unless you mean them.”

“I mean them.”

I trailed my fingertips slowly across his chest, scraping my nails lightly over his sweat-slicked skin. A shattered sound tore from his throat, half growl and half desperate groan, like I had just reached inside him and claimed something no one else had ever touched.

His hips bucked hard against the mattress, the leather cuffs creaking as his wrists strained, the thick bands digging deeper into his skin with every frantic pull. His cock jerked against his abs, another thick bead of precum spilling down the swollen head and pooling on his stomach.

He shut his eyes like he was praying for strength. “You should be afraid of how badly I want you.”

“I’m not afraid,” I whispered, and I leaned in, my breath brushing his cheek. “Let go.”

Wide eyes locked on mine as the last thread of his restraint snapped, burning away while I climbed over him slowly and settled with one knee on either side of his hips. A groan caught in his throat, and his head fell back against the pillow, my fingers sliding to his shoulder and then down the hard tremble of his ribs.

He tugged instinctively against the cuffs as his body arched under me, a helpless reaction he couldn’t control.

I lowered myself until our foreheads touched, until his breath hit my lips, until I could feel the tension vibrating through every inch of him. “You’re killing me,” he murmured.

“Mmmh, but I think I’m saving myself. Finally letting myself have what I really want for once,” I responded.

His mouth hovered a breath away, and he gave me one final warning. “Once I taste you, I’m never letting you go.”

My lips brushed his in answer and he surged toward me…

Our mouths collided, and his tongue shoved past my lips, licking into me like he owned every inch of my mouth and planned to prove it. I bit him, hard, just to hear that animal sound rip from his chest. He answered by yanking my head back with a fist in my hair.

The sting shot straight between my legs. He kissed me deeper, dirtier, until I couldn’t breathe and didn’t want to.

His hips bucked wildly beneath me, the force of it yanking me forward so my hair spilled over his face. Strands caught against his stubbled jaw, and he twisted his head, burying his nose in the blonde mess, inhaling deep as if my scent were the only thing keeping him alive.

Then he turned sharper, his teeth scraping my scalp as he fisted a thick handful with the limited reach the cuffs gave him, jerking my head back. Hard enough to make my spine arch and a fresh rush of slick soak my panties.

I gasped into his mouth as he kissed me deeper, punishing me, devouring me…until stars burst behind my eyes. His hips snapped up again, grinding that massive, throbbing cock against my core through the drenched cotton, dragging me down onto him with the sheer power of his body. I rolled my hips once, riding the ridge of him. The leather cuffs groaned in protest as his bound wrists strained uselessly above his head.

“Fuck, Sienna,” he growled against my swollen lips desperately. “I need my hands on that perfect ass. I need to spread you open and bury myself so deep you never forget me.”

I smiled against his mouth, grinding harder just to hear him break a little more. “Then fight for it, baby. Because I’m not unlocking you until you’re begging.”

“Fuck, Sienna—” His teeth closed over my throat, firm enough to leave a mark, before his tongue traced it in an apology I was sure he didn’t mean.

I ripped my tank top over my head and threw it somewhere across the room. Cool air kissed my bare skin for half a second before I leaned back down, arching over him to bring my breasts within reach of that starving mouth.

He lunged as far as the cuffs allowed, his neck straining and his lips latching onto one nipple with a growl that vibrated straight through me. He sucked me deep, his cheeks hollowing as his tongue lashed in fast, perfect circles.

The pull of his mouth shot lightning to my clit, making me grind down harder on his cock. “Ahh,” I cried out as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak before soothing it with slow licks.

I sobbed his name into the dark and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him to me while my hips rolled shamelessly, chasing friction against his throbbing length. Every tug of his mouth, every scrape of teeth, wound me tighter, my pussy clenching around nothing, soaked and aching for him to fill me.

“Sterling—fuck, please⁠—”

He snarled against my skin and sucked harder, his tongue flicking relentlessly until my thighs shook and I was dripping down his shaft, marking him with how badly I needed him inside me.

Mine, he seemed to say with every pull of his mouth, branding my breasts with red marks that would bloom tomorrow.

Every rock of my hips dragged a growl out of him. The headboard cracked against the wall like gunfire, and the cuffs tore audibly, the leather seams popping thread by thread.

Reaching between us, I wrapped my fingers around him and squeezed. He bucked so hard the entire bed jumped.