Page 75 of Keep Me

“I’m all yours,” I whisper, watching the corner of his mouth lift in a lopsided smirk.

Then he picks me up under my arms and tosses me back on the bed like I weigh nothing. I let out a shriek of laughter as he crawls ominously toward me.

I squirm with anticipation as he hovers above me. “Arms up,” he says in a sexy, growling command.

Immediately I obey, and he notices. “Oh…look who listens to me now.”

Biting my bottom lip, I fight a smile. “Don’t get too used to it.”

He sinks down and presses his lips to mine in a sweet, slow kiss. When we pull apart, he stays there for a moment, frozen in place while we breathe the same air. It’s a tender, intimate moment.

Slowly rising back up, he takes my right hand in his. Craning my neck, I watch as he pulls a leather strap already attached to the bedpost and winds it around my wrist. It matches the one from the bedpost of my own bed, which I found when I first moved in.

I can still remember how much I bristled at the idea of being tied up then. Now, I yearn for it.

His fingers move with expertise as he finishes the knot, keeping the loop around my wrist gentle and not too tight. When I test the hold, it doesn’t budge. Then he does the other, and immediately, I’m overcome with a feeling of aroused anticipation.

Moving down my body, he peppers me with kisses, stopping at my breasts to massage and suck tenderly on each one. I let out a hum of pleasure as more moisture pools between my legs.

“Killian,” I cry out in a breathy plea. “I need you.”

“I’m here, mo ghràidh.” His deep voice vibrates through my torso as he mutters those words against my rib cage.

It’s like my lungs won’t hold air as I gasp with each inch his mouth devours, lower and lower. My thighs are rubbing together in search of that delicious friction. When his beard scratches the insides of my legs, I tremble with excitement.

“Open for me, beautiful,” he murmurs.

My legs part, and he doesn’t waste a second before lunging his mouth toward my core, licking and nibbling fervently.

“God, I love the taste of your cunt,” he says with a carnal rasp in his voice.

Hanging my head back, I let out a groan as the pleasure assaults me. When he plunges a finger inside me, growling against my clit, I nearly come undone.

“So tight.” He sounds overcome with lust, and he keeps up his thrusting, dragging me to the precipice of my climax.

“Killian, please!” I shriek, my arms jerking against the holds.

“Tell me what you want, darling.”

I look up from the mattress and stare down my body at where he’s stationed. His lips are wet with my arousal, and it makes me feral for him.

“I want you to fuck me. Please.”

He chuckles, giving me that disarming smile. “Such a filthy mouth on you.”

“I’m literally begging you,” I reply.

For a moment he seems to consider my request, but eventually ignores the plea and dives back in between my legs. Curling his finger inside me, he adds a second and thrusts harder. I’m strung tight, ready to detonate at any moment.

“My wife comes first,” he growls between my legs. Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, using his tongue to flick the sensitive bud.

And that’s it. I’m done.

My orgasm nearly shatters me into tiny pieces. It’s too intense. Too good. So pleasurable it hurts.

My legs are thrashing, my arms are tied down, and the sounds that are coming out of me are downright pornographic.

When I finally relax back into the mattress after what feels like a never-ending climax, the space between my legs is soaked and sensitive.

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