Page 26 of Obsession

As Tucker gave her what she so badly needed, there were only the two of them in the whole world, his crappy cabin elevated to something bordering palatial. The dull thud of their flesh colliding drowned out the crackling noises of the fire, as well as any semblance of rational thought.

Chapter Ten

Enflamed

Tucker

How had he lived without this in his life? As he plowed into her amazing body, relishing her enveloping heat, Tucker could barely recall.

His many years of celibacy had passed without event, and he supposed during that time, he’d convinced himself that he was happy. In many ways, he had been. Nature had inspired peace in his soul, as did his simple, rustic life. After he’d been torn from the military, the idea of that solitude had been all he’d wanted, so he certainly hadn’t been unhappy. He’d returned to the city when he’d needed to but spent the majority of his time out there in the woods, enjoying all that nature had to offer. But nothing he’d experienced living in the forest could compare to the passion he felt with Ella now.

“Fuck.” He hissed the word through his teeth and forced himself to slide from her warmth. Having given his word not to erupt into her appealing cunt, he was determined to stand by the vow. The last thing either of them needed was an unwanted pregnancy, but God, it was unbearable to leave her body.

“Sir?” Breathless, she turned to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Time protracted as he stood there watching her wonderful face. A part of him couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have her there at all, let alone naked over his bed. After all the shitty things Tucker had done in his life, he’d never expected to stumble across such ecstasy again.

I definitely don’t deserve it.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he answered as he pulled her against his body, wrapping his arms around her soft form. “I’m just keeping my promise.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “Thanks.” Her hand rose to his hair, running her fingertips through it as she melded her body against his. “But I need more of you, please.”

“Okay, little girl.” His arm tightened around her waist, holding her in place as he went on. “But one question first… who told you to let go of the bed?”

“I…” Her breaths sped up as she acknowledged her mistake. “No one, sir.”

“That’s right.” His already eager cock bobbed impatiently between her legs, threatening to delve back into her wetness, whatever his view. It had already tasted how sweet she was, and it wanted more. “No one.”

She inhaled, twisting in her grip to see if he was serious. “Am I in trouble?”

He couldn’t resist the way his lips curled. “Always.”

“Shit.” She looked to be suppressing a smirk as she turned away. “Sorry, sir.”

“Get those hands back in place.” His growl was lighthearted as he wrestled her hand from his hair and onto the wood, but it was only when he spotted the silk tie still secured to the post that he grinned. “Looks like you’re going to need some help with obedience.”

“No, I’ll be good,” she started, but Tucker wasn’t listening to her explanations.

“It’s not a problem.” Lifting her hand to his lips, he kissed her skin before he placed it back by his tie.

His mouth grazed the top of her arm as he guided her right hand to the end of the bedstead and into the waiting loop of the fabric. It only took a few seconds to fasten her delicate wrist into place. By the time she realized what was happening, he was already focused on her left wrist.

“Tucker!” Her frantic tone sent a fresh bolt of excitement racing through his body, culminating in his frantic cock. “I don’t want to be tied again.”

“And I didn’t ask you to move your hands.” He was having fun, he realized, his delight at her dismay only intensifying the urgency of his need. He was going to climax, and after so much time waiting for the pleasure, he was going to relish every second, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun with her first. “You made that choice, little girl and now you get to deal with the consequences.”

“Fuck.” She stamped her foot into the ground, but he knew her well enough by then to know her protest was only halfhearted. “All right, sir. We’ll play it your way.”

“Of course.” Checking the tie on her left hand, he chuckled. “Always my way, little girl. What other way is there?”

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Ella

Anticipation rushed through her as she tugged on the silk binds at her wrists. She was bound again—wrapped in his ties but no freer than she had been when she’d first come to the cabin.

How? Energy raced along her spine as his lips caressed the back of her neck. How had she wound up back in this position?

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