Page 60 of Love Me Knot

The belt stretches across my middle, forcing me back down. All I can move now are my legs. I’ve never been more turned on in my life, but I’ll bite off my tongue before admitting it.

I’ve also never been more scared, not of what the man is taking, but of what I’m giving away.

Jackson

I know the moment Chelsea surrenders to me. Her body uncoils, no longer struggling against the restraints. I’ve never seen her relax before. Not once.

Her trust in me is humbling, but now isn’t the time to get all sentimental. I’ve been granted dominion over this exquisite creature, and I will make sure she doesn’t regret the decision. I shuck off the rest of my clothes, roll on a condom, and settle between her luscious thighs. “Eyes open, Chelsea. You’re doing this with me.”

Chelsea’s eyes fly open, narrowing to angry slits at the command. I can’t help but leer. They’re mesmerizing, sparkling in the moonlight. “You know, you’re beautiful when you submit.”

I don’t give any more warning before I plunge balls deep in one hard thrust. Despite my threat to be ruthless, I start slow, wanting to savor the moment. Chelsea watches me warily as if waiting for me to change my mind.

This makes me want to shock her, and I roll my hips, going as deep as I can with each stroke. I’m not in a hurry. I’ve got all night. The only thing that could make this better is if Chelsea was truly with me for the experience.

Hoping to get her there, I give Chelsea in words what my body is already saying. “No one has ever moved me like you do. You’ve sent me spiraling, but I love every second of it. I want to drive you just as mad.”

“Then do it,” she whispers.

And the last bastion falls. Chelsea’s ultimate surrender is the sweetest victory. I’m in seventh fucking heaven. Feeling like a god, I rise to my knees, holding her legs up, and slam back home.

Chelsea yelps at the explosive change of pace, but I don’t lighten up. What can I say? I’m feeling a little extra motivated. Her shocked gasps soon become frenzied whimpers. I’ll never get enough of her.

I drop to my elbows and taste her lips again. Chelsea pushes against every thrust, meeting me halfway. She bites my lip when I lift again, setting me off. I explode within her, my whole body going rigid. I groan into her neck, riding out the explosive rush.

My heart eventually restarts, and I layer kisses on Chelsea’s neck and collar. “We’re a done deal, you and I,” I whisper in her ear.

“Think so?”

Pushing up on trembling arms, I hover above her face and grin. “You bet your ass.”

I touch my lips tenderly to hers and hold still, waiting for her to prove she wants this just as much. Chelsea holds out for a long time but eventually grunts and swipes her tongue across my bottom lip.

Though I’m softening, I piston my hips slowly, wringing every last bit of pleasure I can from the encounter. Chelsea hisses, her whole body over-sensitized from what I know to be the roughest sex of my life.

I reach up and release Chelsea’s hands from the binds, bringing her arms to rest around my neck, then grab her hips and stand us up. Chelsea wobbles when I set her on her feet, but my arms go quickly around her. “I’ve got you.”

Chelsea drops her forehead to my chest, and her whole body slumps. I kiss the top of her head and savor the way she leans against me. We remain that way until steady on our feet, and then I take Chelsea’s hand to lead her downstairs.

After gathering our clothes, we slip inside the private terrace entrance which lands us in my bedroom, the best room in the house. I’m not surprised that Chelsea chose to take a smaller room and leave this one for me.

She skates past me toward the hallway, holding her dress.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Chelsea halts her steps and turns around, using the shimmering red fabric to cover up. Her hair is a beautiful chaos on top of her head, and her cheeks are flushed from our lovemaking. “Um. We’re done, so I’m going to my room.”

I drop my things, not caring that I’m still naked. “No, you’re running, and I want to know why.”

“Jackson, I’m tired. I’d_”

“I don’t want to hear bullshit, Chelsea.”

She closes her eyes and grits her teeth. “Fine. I was leaving before you could dismiss me.”

Chelsea reaches for the door handle, but I stop her. “If you walk out that door, I’m coming with you.”

She must not have expected to hear that. Her eyes show it when she whirls around. “You’ll…ah…what?”

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