Page 64 of Burning for You

Caro

Logic escapes me, common sense abandons me. I might be at Random Valley, but my body has plunged into the valley of sexual bliss. Levi has been supplying me with a steady flow of aphrodisiac potion. I couldn’t even stop him even if I wanted to.

Men have come and gone in my life. I used to believe that nothing, nothing, could top the intensity when I’m in control. But this reality of being hopelessly tied up is a better version than any kind of pleasure I’ve known.

Levi is real, as real as his heat, which I had never accounted for when he was only my imagination. Most of all, with him I feel like I matter. There’s consideration in his moves. Every thrust and glide is designed to make me feel like the priority, like I deserve it. He’s pumping hard, oh yes, he is, but he’s searching for me, and he picks up the slightest cues I’m giving back to him.

“Lev…” I can’t even call his name properly. It must’ve come out as live. How appropriate. I live in the moment, for the first time in a long time. If I have to suffer the consequences of my capitulation, so be it. With him, I’ve found myself, and I’ve found the half of me that was taken away when I came to this earth. I can see how irrelevant and miniscule my life has been up to this point.

I stretch my neck so I can see over him. His whole back spreads in front of my eyes, like graceful sand dunes. Yet when he presses his arms to scoot himself up, his deeply etched musculature just begs to be admired.

Feeling the effects of witnessing Levi’s imposing traps and his taut twin mounds, compounded by the fact that I’m almost unable to deal with his current effort to make me come, I plea in between my gasps, “Please untie me…”

“Nice try.”

My jaw almost breaks from clenching. “Please!”

He whispers in my ear, “Trust me, this will be better for the both of us.”

Pulling at my bonds, I beg him, “Please… I just want to hold you.”

I need to hold him.

“You don’t get to hold me, lady.”

That is his worst taunting yet.

Satisfied with my expression, he spreads his fully-inked arms, mirroring the positioning of mine. His artful biceps swell. They really are something else. How much pain had he endured for them? Among the solid tribal patterns, I catch three softer designs: a rose on his left shoulder, and a feather on his right, as if floating above the Weeping Virgin Mary adorning his upper arm.

Levi holds my tense hands. Perhaps this’ll do. If I can’t hold him when I come, the second best would be for him to hold me.

I gulp. Is it second best? The man was right when he said this would be better. He doesn’t intend to make me a prisoner, nor does he show an urge to use me to satisfy himself. Being held like this—palm to palm, wrist to wrist, elbow to elbow—is no less intimate than a passionate embrace. We’re aligned, we give each other the same amount of energy. We’re holding each other.

Levi closes his eyes, apparently absorbing the sensation of our contact. When he really grips me, his chest cage stretches unbelievably taut.

“God…” I sigh.

The grinding moves he imposes on me send me to a new high. I feel him querying my body in silence, as if asking what I would like. I jolt involuntarily, and right then he pulls out. I spiral down, trying to deal with the sudden void.

I can only manage half a moan before he’s back inside me. Unable to hold the buildup, I come. I didn’t intend to, but it’s spectacular.

I throw my head against the pillow behind me, gasping, almost wheezing. The pores on my skin stretch wide, releasing energy which my body can no longer contain. I might’ve lost control then, but that was one of the rare occasions where I was glad that I did. My climax was spontaneous, untainted, and honest.

Things should end there, and Levi will probably come soon, if he hasn’t already.

But—old habits die hard. Despite the intense orgasm, I need to hold him. My hands tremble. I need to squash his flesh.

“Levi, please…”

I tug my restrained hands. I swear, either I will tear the ties or dislocate my wrists.

Responding to my out-of-control efforts to free myself, Levi lets his slab of muscles fall brutally on me, and he pushes his hard-on so deep it disturbs my center.

The ache is enormous, but the pain is new.

The pleasure is new.

This is why I wanted to hold him, to draw the weight of the man onto me until my breasts flatten and my pussy has nowhere else to go. Now, being bound and pinned by my kidnapper is a hundred times better than making love freely to a regular man and hugging him in an ordinary way.

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