Page 17 of Lost Fate

It sounds absurd when I think it to myself, but it’s true. Part of why I haven’t had a lot of lovers in the past is that no one could really give me what I needed. No one could win.

He bites on my neck. It isn’t soft or easy, and I gasp at the sensation. He growls, pinning my arms under my hips as he forces me down. He lets up the pressure on my neck, and his grey eyes glimmer in the dim light.

“I know,” he says softly.

Then, he’s moving. He tosses me over so I’m on my knees. I feel something wind around my hands, and it tightens down. Hard.

There’s no pain, since whatever he grabbed is silky. I feel his heat as he leans over my back. “Have I ever said that I love your silk underwear?” he purrs in my ear.

Fuck. That explains what he used to tie me up with.

I whimper, pressing my naked ass back against him. He’s holding my bound wrists, so I’m balanced on my knees, and it definitely creates a kind of powerlessness that I’m loving. However, I sense that I can still get out. I try to squirm away, but he kicks my legs out wide, forcing me to balance by leaning back against him slightly.

He leans forward. “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. Then, when he thrusts inside me, he bites my neck again.

I cry out. I’m trapped, well and truly, and the domination that Leander has over my body right now?

He won.

I moan and relax, my inner voice satisfied as I realize that I’m not conceding anything to him. He truly pinned me, snuck up on me, and caught me off guard.

Leander won.

I’m so fucking happy that I could cry. But I’m not going to. Because on top of all that happiness is another feeling.

Lust. It roars through me. I can feel every inch of him as he slowly slides in and out of me, his control over my body so thorough that I can almost just let him take over completely.

Almost.

I arch back, trying to meet his thrusts as he starts to pick up the pace. One of his hands is holding my bound wrists, and the other one snakes around to my front.

“Leander,” I moan.

His hand pinches one of my nipples, then the other, as he slides his thick cock in and out of me.

“What do you need, Ember?” he growls. His voice is so dark, and I shiver. I can picture his flashing gray eyes. He’s so fucking hot.

“I… I…” I manage to moan.

Leander huffs, tugging me upright. His hand disappears from my bound wrists and instead bands across my chest, right under my breasts. My back is to his front, and his other hand? It slides down to my clit.

“You’re so fucking hot, Ember,” he murmurs in my ear. My eyes roll back in my head as his fingers gently tug at my clit, accentuating the slide of his length in and out of my body. “So fucking beautiful. You need me to give you this, don’t you?”

I would beg him for it if he didn’t. “Yes,” I pant. His fingers press down, hard, circling my clit with the slowest, most painfully slow circles.

“You take my cock so well, Ember,” he groans. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

I’ve never been this wet, ever. The sounds he makes, sliding in and out of me, are utterly obscene. I love it.

Leander nibbles at my neck, and my skin erupts in goosebumps. His strong fingers continue to press, moving over the center of my pleasure with so much skill, I feel like he’s playing me like a freaking guitar.

“Are you ready to come for me, pretty girl?” he murmurs.

Fuck. Yes.

“I want you to come with me,” I manage to pant.

Leander kisses my neck. “Okay. When I say, you’ll come.”