Page 26 of The Inquirer

“Lean back,” I ordered. “I want to see you come like this.”

A momentary hesitation and then she did as she was told, trusting me to keep her from falling. Her face was flushed, pupils wide enough that the brilliant green of her irises was reduced to a thin ring.

“Hold on to my arms.”

She grabbed my forearms, nails scratching hard enough to make my cock twitch.

Fuck. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come in my pants like some horny teenager.

“You can close your eyes if you want.” I pushed up against her, and she gasped. “Whatever you need to let go and let me take care of you.”

I rolled my hips, and at the same time, pulled her toward me. The moan she let out told me everything I needed to know. I repeated the movement once, then twice.

Her head tipped back, eyes closed, lips parted. My own pain and pleasure fell into the background as I focused everything on making her come. Her body moved with mine, guided by my hands, and her nails bit into my skin. She let out a little cry, her muscles tightening, and I jerked her hard against my cock, letting out a hiss of pain as the metal teeth of my zipper pressed through the cotton of my underwear into sensitive flesh.

“Bradyn…”

Her whimpering my name as she came almost undid me. I gritted my teeth and pulled her up to me, wrapping my arms around her to hold her while the aftershocks of her climax washed over and through her.

I took out her braid and combed my fingers through the soft waves before massaging the back of her neck. When her trembling stopped, I kissed her temple and asked a question.

“More?”

She pressed her face to the place where my neck and shoulder met, her breath hot against my already overheated skin. “Yes, please.”

I held her hips as she came – again – my mouth still pressed against her, my tongue moving across her clit in light strokes that drew out her pleasure until she begged me for a reprieve. Giving her one last, long lick, I finally raised my head, unable to stop a smile that I knew was smug.

I propped myself up on my elbows and let myself have a minute to enjoy the visual of Nyx’s naked body. When she was aroused, her chest flushed and her light pink nipples became tight and hard. The way her breasts moved as her breathing began to slow was enticing enough alone. I’d marked those too. There was also a matching bruise-like mark on the inside of her thighs.

“Fuck.” Her voice sounded almost rough, probably because she’d been screaming my name not too long ago.

I really hoped none of the Huxleys had been outside.

I climbed off the bed and bent down to brush my lips over hers. I started to turn away, but she reached up and grabbed my wrist.

“It’s all right.” I took her hand and raised it to my mouth for a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” I leaned over her again, but this kiss lingered. “I need a condom.” I took two steps toward my dresser and then looked back at her. “Unless you want us to be done…”

She shook her head. “I want more.”

Her eyes no longer had that haunted look, but there were still shadows.

Giving her a smile that I hoped would chase some of that darkness away, I winked at her. “Your wish is my command, firebird.”

“You do know that’s a car, right?”

I picked up a condom from the top drawer, and on a whim, grabbed a length of rope too. As I turned back to her, a question popped out. “Are you giving me attitude?”

Shit. I hoped that wasn’t something her bastard abuser had asked her. I hadn’t even thought before I’d said it. I’d just been in Dom mode. Then she shivered, heat flooding her eyes.

Fuck.

I hadn’t thought it was possible for me to get harder.

“I’m going to punish you for that.” I paused, waiting to hear her safe word.

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