Her skin flushed as her eyes dropped to my fully dressed body. “I want to see you.”
I shook my head. “You have to deserve that. I think you need to do a few more things for me before that, don’t you?”
Her midnight eyes darkened impossibly further. “Like what?”
“I can think of a few things.”
Climbing down her body, I placed my elbows on the bed, settling myself between her spread legs. My chin hovered over her cunt, my eyes locked on hers. “I’m going to taste you, Nila. I’m going to make you explode and show you you’re alive and with me and safe. Foreign sisters don’t matter. Mother’s secrets don’t matter. All that matters is us.”
Nila panted as I bowed over her and breathed hot on her clit. My breath misted her delicate skin, heating her core, making her moan.
She bucked in my arms. “Oh, my God.” Her bound hands flew to her chest, struggling against the knotted tie.
Grabbing her silk-covered wrists, I clucked my tongue. “Put those back above your head.”
She gasped, struggling to obey when every nerve ending existed in her pussy.
Slowly, she rested her arms back on the pillow. Smirking, I lowered my mouth, licking her quick and sharp.
“Oh…” She shuddered.
I licked her again, absorbing her taste, struggling with my own resolve to grant her pleasure when all I wanted was to climb inside her. “More?”
Her head tossed back, another moan responding in answer.
My muscles stiffened. My cock ached in my jeans. I wanted to forget all pretence and just fuck this woman. Claim her as mine. But she wanted to come alive. I would do everything in my power to make that happen.
I’d make her cry with hysteria. I’d make her laugh at how good it felt to breathe and let me control her pleasure.
Slipping fingertips between her legs, I traced my way upward. Every sweep of my tongue and inch of my fingers, she trembled and tensed.
The higher I got, the more her legs forced to close, clamping around my shoulders.
Shaking my head, I speared the tip of my tongue into her folds. Grabbing her legs, I slammed them open, pressing them into the mattress, ensuring she was bared, exposed, and entirely vulnerable to whatever I wanted to do to her.
“Stay, Needle. Otherwise, my tongue will become teeth.”
She groaned—it echoed through the bed, hypnotising me.
Her pussy glistened, so wet with need.
Dragging a finger though her slickness, I murmured, “You want me so much, Ms. Weaver.”
“You know I do.”
“Tell me.”
Her voice was a husky whisper. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me how much you need me.”
She gasped as I inserted the tip of my finger inside her. “So much. Too much. Way, way too much.”
Her muscles leapt beneath my touch, both externally and internally.
In our bedroom, there was nothing else to think about. Here, it was just us. A place devoid of people. We were in our own world. A world filled with love and lust and a connection so strong, I could come just from her thoughts. From living her pleasure and what I did to her.
It was the strangest, most surreal sensation.
The intimacy of the moment swamped me with everlasting joy. Her feet rubbed on the sheets as my tongue landed on her exposed core. Her hands opened and closed in the binds, her hips rocking into my mouth.
My only goal was to please her and show how much I fucking adored her. Not just for tonight or tomorrow but every night and day in our future.
I sucked her clit, unsheathing my teeth to nibble. My hips pistoned, pressing my hard dick into the mattress, seeking relief as her taste exploded through my veins.
“I’m so grateful for you, Nila.”
Her head thrashed as my voice resonated through my tongue and into her pussy. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know how damn grateful I am.”
My hips rocked harder, fucking the bed as desire built swift and demanding in my blood. Sliding over her, I licked her nipple, sucking the hardened flesh into my mouth.
She cried out, her skin flushing with sweat. “Jethro—”
“What do you want?”
“I want—I want—”
Then a thought popped into her head, and I caught it. I caught the explosion of desire, asking me to do something she daren’t verbalize. Lucky for her, I sensed what she needed.
I obeyed.
Baring my teeth, I bit her nipple.
Hard.
She moaned loudly in reward, telling me without words that I understood exactly what she wanted. Tonight, she didn’t want sweet or soft. Tonight, she wanted to be marked and ridden. To feel human and come alive with aches and love-bruises and the knowledge she’d wake up tomorrow with memories of what we did in the dark.
I would oblige her completely.
Starting from her lips, I kissed her hot and deep. My teeth captured her lip, biting down so she would feel my kiss long after I left to bestow attention on other parts.
Trailing from her mouth to her throat, I bit her.
From throat to collarbone, I bit and licked and loved.
Every inch of her body, I bit.
Leaving indents of my teeth for a few seconds before her flushed skin absorbed the erotic pain, begging for more.
“I love your tiny breasts, you know that?” I swirled my tongue around her nipple remembering the first time I saw her. The awful things I said to her. The barely delivered lies about needing a woman with bigger breasts and more confidence.
I’d been enthralled with her from the very first moment. I’d just done a better job of hiding my true desires back then.