Page 56 of Take My Hand

“I trust you,” I say, my heart flipping as the words fall from my lips.

And by the way his brown eyes blaze, he believes me. And he relishes in the control I’m leasing over to him.

My mind calms as I hold my wrists out in front of me and he carefully binds them.

“Feel okay?”

I nod, voice stuck in my throat.

He plants a kiss on my forehead before telling me, “Lie back.”

I scoot myself toward the middle of the bed, albeit a bit awkwardly without the use of my hands. I stretch out fully and hold my tied hands across my stomach. He slowly peels down his shorts, leaving him only in his black briefs. The entire outline of his cock is visible through them, and I zero on it, salivating.

He rubs himself while he drinks me in, half naked and hands bound lying in the center of his bed.

The next sight just about sends me hurtling into an orgasm. He places one knee on the bed and then the other, before placing his hands by my legs and slowly but surely begins crawling toward me.

The way his dark hair hangs in front of his eyes and muscles stretch with the movement is predatory, almost animalistic. He lowers his head and licks a slow line up my stomach, over my breasts, and to my neck.

“Hayden,” I moan, writhing underneath him. Each touch is an electric shock to my system. I need more.

One hand drifts across my stomach, lightly moving my hands out of the way, before making a descent toward my shorts.

“These need to go. Now,” he growls and sits up. Quickly popping the button open, he gives them a sharp tug. I lift my hips to make it easier for them to slide off. My underwear joins them on the floor.

“That’s more like it,” he says, eyes going feral as they scan my body from head to toe, completely naked and exposed to him.

The urge to cover myself is there, but by the way he looks at me as if he can’t get enough, I don’t allow an ounce of embarrassment to wiggle in. There are parts of my body that I’ll never love and I’ve come to terms with that.

But Hayden takes in every inch with such approval, such reverence.

I open my legs as much as I can with him straddling me and his jaw ticks as I further expose myself to him.

Not wasting another moment, he grips my hips, shoving me higher on the bed. He’s got both of my legs wrapped around his shoulders and his face buried between my thighs.

He blows a cool, teasing breath over my center, and my hips buck in response.

“That tickles!”

He does it again, before sinking his teeth into my inner thigh, causing a gasp to fall from my lips at the sting.

“Hands above your head,” he commands. I do as he says, and he smiles at my obedience.

“Keep them there or I'll stop. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs as he lowers his head. My chest rises and falls, every single nerve tuned in as his tongue licks me slowly, gently. As if he has all the time in the world and nothing else exists outside of me and him and us.

And right now, that’s exactly how it feels. All of his attention, his focus, his energy is focused on me and as he pulls my clit into his mouth and gives it a gentle suck, I couldn’t wish for anything more.

“That feels so good,” I tell him, hands itching to tangle into his hair. Press his head harder into me. Urge him to go faster.

But he continues to tease with slow, languorous strokes, nipping and tasting every inch of my pussy, and I arch my back, trying to get more.

“Impatient, are we?” Hayden pauses his movements.

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