Page 45 of Unbind

‘Imagine it.’ He adds another finger inside me, and the burn is real but also… it’s heaven. ‘Hours of this, hours of teasing and fucking until you’ve come so many times you don’t know your own name and my dick is your favourite thing in the world. Until my mouth has acquainted itself with every single inch of your body.’

‘Ugh,’ I say. It’s the only thing I’m capable of saying, because he slides back down my body, kissing me as he goes, until he can crook those fingers and put his tongue back on me, andthis, this is all I can bring myself to care about. Not the guilt and the shame of spreading my legs for a man like this, but the unadulterated pleasure coursing through my nerve endings as he fucks me slowly with his fingers and licks me so thoroughly, so lavishly, that I’m incapable of resistance.

‘Oh God,’ I say as he thrusts and sucks and the moltenheat builds and builds in my core, the pressure and the pleasure consuming me. My abs are cramping, my legs are spread so wide they’re shaking, I’m pushing my pussy into his face like the greediest little whore, and, as I go under, there’s the strangest feeling of relief that I can let go, that Adam has taken me to a place so pure in this little room that knowing the fullness of my pleasure is all that matters.

‘Oh God,’ I whimper again, shifting on the sheets, back arching and fingers moving restlessly in his hair and pussy driving into him, ‘I can’t, oh shit, I’m?—’

He drags a hand up my stomach to pinch one nipplehardand that, combined with the rough, depraved strokes of his tongue and the pumps of his fingers, has me sailing over the edge like a pebble cast off a cliff. My pleasure is white-hot and pure; it’s a rip-tide that sucks every single thing that’s notitinto some kind of vortex. He licks me and licks me and I sob my way through it—I may even scream.

I lie there and let the delirium course over me until it’s ebbed gently away and all that remains is the kind of post-orgasmic serenity that’s like concussion.

Adam crawls back up my body, planting kisses over my skin as he does, and settles himself heavily between my legs. He’s so hard he could probably fuck me through his suit trousers, and so close he’ll definitely kiss me. Definitely.

But he doesn’t. He hovers above my mouth, his lips glistening with my arousal, and as that serenity morphs into a void, I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted anything so much as for him to plunder my mouth and fill my pussy.

We stare at each other.

‘That was—extraordinary,’ he grits out. ‘You’re dangerous.’

Right back at ya, pal.

‘Fuck me,’ I propose instead.

He gives a little laugh that contains precisely zero humour and shakes his head, his gaze roaming from my eyes to my mouth and back again before he throws my stupid words from earlier back at me.

‘Nobody’s fucking anyone, remember? I suspect you’ll have a lot of regrets tomorrow—or maybe as soon as you leave this room—and I don’t want to add to that list.’

I slide a hand between us and palm that lovely hard dick of his. Christ it’s gorgeous, suspended heavily between us, filling his trousers up. ‘May as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.’

He groans. ‘I’m serious. I’m trying to be respectful here.’

You’d think I’dlikea respectful man. You’d think I’d value that quality, especially in someone I’m strongly predisposed to distrust.

Not so much, it turns out.

‘Let me make you come, then.’

‘Stop it.’ He dips his face to my neck, and I’m pretty sure he snorts my hair before pressing a soft kiss to my skin. I wonder if he’s aware that he’s rolling his hips against my hand.

I thought it was irritating when someone I’m trying to hate acts nobly, but it turns out it’s far more irritating when someone I’m trying to hateandfuck acts nobly.

‘You need to shoot your load. Badly,’ I point out. I can’t bear that I’ve got him so wound up that he might actually go back out there and find someone else for his release.

‘Don’t worry about me,’ he mumbles into my hair. ‘I’ll sort myself out in the bathroom.’

I need him to come. I can’t bear the inequality of it. He’s seduced me. He’s tasted the most intimate part of my body and he’s seen me lose control. He’ll go home tonight withmemories of how my body tremored, how loudly I cried out at his hands. I absolutely have to have the same from him.

He’s proven his point.

I want to undo him.

It’s only fair.

‘Come on me, then.’

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ADAM

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