Page 61 of Unbind

I’ll take her to bed shortly, but I need to take her here, first, in this room she’s entranced with, where we’ve shared such searingly raw confidences. I’ll fuck her hard against the books she adores and ruin her, just like she’s ruining me.

We’re both still as she tears the condom wrapper, pinching the tip of the latex and positioning it on my crown before rolling it down me. She’s slower and less deft than I would be, and I marvel at the focus on her beautiful face as she performs her ritual, rendering something that’s usually perfunctory anticipatory and delicious. But as soon as it’s on, I’m tugging her back towards me so she’s forced to widen her knees.

‘Come on, sweetheart,’ I urge her. ‘It’s time to feel me.’ I slide my fingers between us and hook the flimsy thong out of the way, allowing myself a moment to appreciate how impossibly silken and wet and welcoming she feels for me. My dick is so engorged it may snap off if it can’t sink inside her body right away.

She whimpers as I circle her clit. She’s every bit as swollen as I am. I replace my fingers with my dick, dragging its sheathed tip through her wetness before notching it at the place right at the centre of her, the place whose tight heat will, I know, suck me in, choke me, wring everything from me.

I won’t be the one ‘taking’ her, I realise now. Not in theslightest. She’ll take me, and she’ll milk me dry as surely as a vengeful goddess might demand that a sacrificial lamb be bled out for her, and this sinner—this willing, willing victim—will welcome every blessed moment of it.

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NATALIE

He has my thong pushed aside and the impossibly wide, blunt head of his dick wedged against my entrance and an anguished expression on his beautiful face that tells me he might actually die if I don’t sink down onto him and grant us both what we so badly need.

The room is quiet, the only sounds the reassuring crackle of the fire in its grate behind me, the rasp of breaths already laboured with anticipation, and the wet noises of my body preparing to take Adam in. This is no sex club. This is raw and intimate—a mirror shone on every denial, every insult, I’ve hurled at him, the light of honesty it’s reflecting so blinding I can’t escape it.

There’s nowhere to hide.

I wouldn’t want to, anyway.

My body is humming. Alive. My blood is warm treacle in my veins. I wrap my fingers around his hand and start to lower myself down. God, it’s like nothing else: the shockingly thick head of him, that low sound of approval, the wayhe glances up at me through his long, dark eyelashes like he, too, can’t believe this is actually happening.

If I let myself get intimidated by the size of this thing, I’ll clam up. There’s fear at the edges, but mostly I just feel a blind, raging need to fill myself with him, so I keep moving, my free hand bearing down on his shoulder for balance and leverage and probably reassurance as I bear down.

He fills me, inch by glorious inch. We’re both shaking.

‘Nearly there, little one,’ he croons through gritted teeth. ‘It’s taking every ounce of effort I have not to thrust up into you.’

‘I want that,’ I tell him, and he gives me a pained chuckle.

‘You have about thirty seconds to get used to it before I take over.’

I shimmy further down with a sharp inhale. I’m wet, but he’s fucking enormous. Still, the burn has nothing on the pure, carnal pleasure that’s flooding my lower half at the stretch of him. At the intensity of it all. My body continues to take, and take, and I roll my hips, and he’s there, touching a part of me that’ssodeep inside. The feeling is like no other.

We stare at each other in wonder. Adam slides a hand under my hair and around my neck, tugging my mouth to his.

‘Feel how fucking good that is?’ he murmurs.

I smile against his lips. ‘Mmm-hmm.’ And, as he kisses me with rough, hungry strokes of his tongue, I drag myself up the length of his dick before pushing back down. It’s such a tight fit that my skin pricks with sweat.

‘Mmm. Do that again. Let me see you ride me.’

I lean back slightly in his lap. Next thing I know, he’s tugging my dress up from my hips, up, up, until it’s at myshoulders. I raise my arms and let him pull it off completely and throw it on the floor.

Oh my God.

When I glance down, past the black strapless bra and my bare stomach, the sight where our bodies meet is obscene: my black thong yanked aside and his huge dick disappearing inside me. My mouth makes an O, because it’s so indecent like this—and so, so hot.

He’s staring, too. ‘Fucking look at that.Jesus.’

I drop my forehead to his, clamping both hands to his shoulders and starting to move again, far more slowly than we both need, but the sight of his length disappearing and reappearing has us both transfixed. He lets me do it a couple more times before he’s wrapping a vice-like arm around my back and edging forward on the sofa.

‘Hold on tight,’ he grits out. I koala myself around him as he stands, his arms around me and his dick still inside me. God, his leg muscles must be made of steel.

As soon as we’re upright, the dynamic changes. He’s been humouring me, letting me play with my new favourite toy. He’s let me take my time, and shimmy prettily up and down it, and get to know it a little, but when I look up at him, at his pupils swallowing up those rings of pale blue and the almost unhinged desire etched on his face, it tells me the tables are about to turn.

He walks me backwards until my back hits a bookshelf and then, holding me tightly with one arm, reaches behind me and unsnaps my bra. There are no straps to untangle, so it comes off with a single snap and I’m practically naked in his arms.

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