Page 66 of Sacrifice Bunt

“I see you didn't use the cuffs.” Somehow he looked relaxed and calm. That was not the case for her. She was on fire.

She bit down on her lip, moaning at what he was getting at. “I forgot all about them.”

He sat up just a little bit more, dipping his hand into the box next to her on the bed. He pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs. No pink fluffy ones for him. These were the real deal.

“I feel like I should ask you where you got those.” She never took her eyes off him as he moved up the bed toward her face and, before she knew it, had the handcuff snapped around one wrist. “And why you're so good at this?”

His eyes flicked to hers as he held her gaze. “I've never used these before or any handcuffs at all.”

That had her blinking up at him. “Then why do you have them?”

“I bought all of this,” he motioned toward the box, “for you. With you in mind.”

The throb between her legs grew stronger, and she squeezed her eyes shut quickly before opening them again. His expression was hesitant, and she knew he was waiting for her. She put him out of his misery. “Put the fucking cuffs on me and fuck me.” He bought toys for her, with her in mind, for them to use together. He hadn't just wanted her from afar. He'd wanted her from afar.

There was a difference. A huge one. At least to her.

One was about sex, and one was about much more.

His perseverance in waiting her out was sexy as fuck.

With the handcuffs finally on and secured to the headboard, he sat back, grinning as his fingers of one hand traced down her chest and to her tits, where he fondled and then flicked her nipples. He didn't linger there long before his fingers were grazing the skin of her stomach. “Jesus, having you at my mercy like this is....” He shook his head, apparently not able to finish his sentence.

“Noah,” his name came out breathy and full of need, which was exactly how she felt.

“You're going to lie there and take what I give you.” He smiled sexily, his hand gripping her hip tightly. While he might sound confident in his demand, she was starting to know him well enough to know he was also asking for permission to continue on with this little game they were playing.

“Yes, yes,” she moaned, willing to take anything he could give her. She was right there with him, and she wanted him to know that. If her words didn’t do it, he got the message from how her body was gyrating underneath him, begging him to touch her between her legs.

“All I could think about the whole goddamn game was you, here in my house, in my bed.” His hands continue to roam her body, caressing and teasing every inch. “Then you sent me those pictures, and I couldn't breathe for how much I wanted you.”

She was lost in his words. Lost in his touch. Lost in him.

He went on and on, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, and how she turned him on. His hands, and then eventually his lips, touched every part of her body and what felt like her soul. She was so far gone that when he finally thrust inside her, all she could do was moan his name and watch as he took her.

He fucked her fast and hard, her climax coming on strong and continuing until it was one long release after the other. She was a puddle of goo on the bed as she pulled at the handcuffs, the metal digging into her wrists. When he switched his pace, going from hard and fast to slow and controlled, she wondered how she’d make it until he came. From the untamed look on his face, she had a feeling he could last all night.

Part of her wanted that. Another part of her, the part that was rung out from pleasure, wanted it to end so she could have a break from the onslaught of feelings he was demanding from her.

She wasn’t sure her body or mind could handle any more.

Noah proved her wrong by flipping her over—her arms twisting in the cuffs, digging into her skin a little bit more— and holding her down with one arm while fucking her with long, unyielding strokes. He pressed his palm into the small of her back, forcing her back to arch and her ass high up into the air. His other hand found her clit, circling it repeatedly as he fucked her long and hard from behind. He coaxed another orgasm from her with his fingers, cock, and words.

“Come around my cock, you dirty girl. You love when I fuck you like this. I want to feel you gripping me tight when you come.” When the orgasm took hold, she cried out, her entire body shaking and sensitive. One last powerful thrust had him following her into his own euphoria.

The murmur of her name over and over as he continued to ride out his release had her ready to confess her love to him right then and there.

She literally had to press her face against the pillow to stop herself from shouting it out.

Before she was even coherent or able to think, she felt Noah pulling from her body and working to remove the handcuffs quickly. She found herself practically in his lap, with him rubbing her wrists in his hands.

“Shit, I'm so sorry. I was too rough.” She could hear the distress in his words.

She turned in his arms, facing him. “You were not too rough. You were just the right amount of rough.” He looked down between them, gripping her hands in his again, running his thumbs over her wrists. She could only stare at him as he cared for her and worried over her. Then it struck her that even with everything they’d done since he’d walked in the room, they hadn't kissed.

She suddenly craved his kiss.

His head snapped up, and from the hunger in his eyes, she knew he realized the same thing. Cupping her cheeks in both hands, he studied her face intently, his thumbs dancing over her skin. A whimper left her mouth at the need to kiss him, and then finally, his lips were on hers, and they were kissing passionately. The sex they had might be out of this world, but Noah’s kisses kept her feet planted firmly on the ground.

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