Page 87 of The Protective Gryphen

“Yes,” he whispered, tipping his hips to have more contact. He wanted Gryphen in him in the worst way.

“Patience,” he whispered, leaving bites on his neck, his throat, and his collar bones. “Let me enjoy my trapped prey,” he whispered, and it sent chills across Ian’s body.

He whimpered in need.

The whole time, Ian braced for the most erotic of pleasure. He knew Gryphen always held back. He saw him go wild once, but he wanted more.

He wanted all.

“I will never hurt you,” he whispered. “I promise,” he said, as he closed his teeth around one of his nipples.

That one action sent shockwaves through his body.

“Oh, God!” Ian hissed, his whole being shaking as Gryphen gave him that love bite.

Then, he was sucking on his nipples, and biting them again, all the while he was trapped.

Shit.

He liked this.

A lot.

Normally, he played on Gryphen’s sexy playground, but it was clear the man liked doing that too.

Using his teeth, Gryphen drove Ian wild. The whole time, he was enjoying the man’s reaction to him.

He wanted him shouting his name.

Begging Gryphen to take him.

Reaching down off the side of the bed, he grabbed his jeans, and pulled the belt from it. The whole time, Ian watched him.

This was risky, simply because of what Will Jackson had done to him. Before he crossed a line with Ian, he needed to know.

“Do you trust me?”

Ian nodded, and he’d be lying if he said that belt in his hand didn’t make him crave even more.

His erection wept at the anticipation of what he was going to do with it.

“Baby, I’m going to make you scream my name,” he said, before he wrapped the belt around Ian’s wrists, and then bound him to the headboard.

That one action made Ian moan.

God.

No one had ever done this before to him, and he was enjoying it.

Gryphen wasn’t gentle as he trapped his man, ensuring he could enjoy what was his.

Ian’s body.

As soon as the belt was secured, Ian pulled at it, and he wasn’t getting free.

That one action turned Gryphen on even more. It shot desire through his body as he thought of all the wicked possibilities that were opening up.

Ian told him to be himself, and all he could hope was the man knew what he’d unleashed in him.

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