Page 66 of Tame Me

‘You’re ready for me now,’ he says, voice low.

‘Yes...’ I roll my hips.

He grips them hard and holds me still. I feel his broad blunt tip and heat surges within me. I slide as he thrusts so we collide and merge. I moan helplessly but this time the strangeness of the sensation is surpassed by surging pleasure. Pain hits then disappears as his guttural groan makes me slicker and I take more of him still. The sliding friction is easier—and exquisite. I take him to the hilt, feeling suddenly powerful, and squirm closer still.

Neither of us are quiet now. The sighs are from me. The grunts from him as he leads me into a rhythm that’s intense and undeniable. My mind, my body, close around him.

‘Dain,’ I moan into the hot crook of his neck as I curl around him.

‘Now you’re there, darling,’ he murmurs approvingly, cradling me closer. ‘You did it, you’ve got me.’

‘Yes.’ I want him.Somuch.

He’s big and he’s strong and the dragging sensation as he moves inside me is mind-blowingly delicious. What began as an amusement—as funny and tender and little more than a tease—has become something far more intense. There was another thread beneath that lightness—a ribbon of deeper desire that’s now pulled free. We move together. He smothers me with kisses. It’s as if he’s wanted to do this for all eternity and now he has the chance, he’s consuming me.

‘Oh, gorgeous,’ he breathes against my neck over and over and over as I sway like a blossom in his hold. ‘You’re just gorgeous.’

I melt in the heat of his approval. My eyes water again for a totally different reason. This is nothing like I’ve ever dreamed. It’s better. Hell, maybe I’m already dead and I’m in heaven because this is the best feeling in the world.

‘I can’t last much...’ His voice is ragged and he’s struggling for coherence and it’s all the sweeter, hotter, dirtier.

All I can do is moan in reply. My eyes close. I feel enveloped—inside and out—in hot velvet and silky steel. The storm outside is forgotten. The swing of the car only adds to the sensation of fierce freedom. Of achieving an impossibility. I’m secure in his embrace yet it’s the wildest moment of my life. Finally it overwhelms me. I cry out as I come so hard I don’t know anything any more. There’s total body annihilation. I hear his words—filthy and fierce—as he thrusts hard into me, harder than ever, and grips me to him. The moment is more sweet than I could have ever imagined possible.

I don’t know how long it is later when I realise I’m slumped over him, my head resting on his chest. We’re still intimately connected. I never want to move.

‘Imagine if the cable breaks now,’ he mutters. ‘What a way to go though, right?’

‘Embarrassing if people found us locked together,’ I mumble.

He nudges me gently. ‘Worth it? Not worth it?’

‘So worth it.’ I lift my head and smile at him.

In the dim light cast from his phone I see him smile back and—

A screeching sound startles me. The cabin jolts severely and suddenly descends a few metres along the cable. His grip on me tightens to stop me from falling from his lap. The cabin lights blink a couple of times and then return to full power and Dain’s arms loosen. I scramble off him and quickly tug down my dress, refasten the buttons at the neckline and scramble for my panties. My cheeks burn. So do other parts of me.

There’s no camera in the cabin—thank goodness—but there is an intercom and it suddenly crackles, emitting a calming pre-recorded message saying we’ll be at the ground soon and not to panic.

Dain swiftly does up his trousers and retrieves his phone from the floor. His shirt is half unbuttoned, his face flushed. He looks more than dishevelled—dissolute. As he glances up at me his muscles visibly tighten. I almost liquefy into a puddle on the floor. Apparently I’ve discovered my inner nymph.

But I gulp air, striving for nonchalance. ‘We should probably—’

His phone beeps with a series of messages. Then it actually rings.

He glances at the screen and answers immediately. ‘Simone? You okay?’

I can hear his godmother’s tone but can’t make out what she’s saying. My heart kicks. Family loyalty matters to me. Well,someof my family. I would never not answer an invitation or call if my sister Ava needed me.

‘Fine. I’m fine.’ His gaze is trained on me as he talks to her. ‘Everyone up there okay?’ He nods reassuringly at me as he listens to what she says.

I smooth my hair and sit back down, grab my backpack and hold it on my lap in front of me like a protective shield.

Dain ends the call with Simone. ‘Talia—’

‘No regrets,’ I quickly whisper.

His phone rings again. I see his frustration at the interruption but I’m relieved and gesture for him to answer it. I don’t want to talk about what just happened. I don’t want to analyse it or ruin it in any way. He lives in a different country. He’s a billionaire and I’m a barista. This is over.

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