Page 88 of Icebound Hearts

I straighten, still straddling his waist, and his eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of the clamps on my nipples and the thin chain connecting me. He winces as he drags in a deep breath, but he barely seems to notice it.

My stomach clenches, a fresh rush of arousal flooding my veins at the knowledge that he’s pushing past his pain just to fuck me.

The fingers of his free hand slip between us to find my clit, and my body jolts, increasing the tension on the chain he’s still holding in place with one finger. The combined sensations knock the breath out of my lungs and make every nerve ending in my body feel electric.

“You like this, don’t you?” Sawyer asks, devouring me with his gaze.

He tugs on the chain again, and the words I was about to speak fly out of my head. All that comes out is a stuttering gasp.

“Yeah, I thought so,” he groans. “Put me inside you, heartbreaker. Let me feel what this is doing to you.”

I nod, not looking away from him as I rise up and wrap my hand around his cock. Just like I suspected, my fingers andthumb don’t quite meet, and I let out a breath as I line him up and start to slowly sink down onto his length.

He’s just as big as he was yesterday, but the knowledge that I can take him spurs me on as I take him in inch by inch, stretching myself and relaxing my body as I sink down farther each time. Sawyer’s jaw clenches as he watches me, toying with both my clit and the nipple clamps in a way that keeps a steady fire burning in my veins.

“Go on, baby,” he urges roughly as I start to drop my weight a little more forcefully, taking him deeper. “Ride me. Do what feels good.”

I whimper, arching my back a little as the studs of his piercings slide against my inner walls.

“Goddamn, you take me so well. It’s fucking stunning to see.” Sawyer flicks the chain of the nipple clamps a little, making a whole new sensation shoot through me as the clamps jostle. “It should be illegal for someone to be this beautiful.”

“You make it sound so dirty.”

He smirks as I keep sinking onto him. “Oh, it’s gonna be dirty, alright.”

Once I’m close to taking all of him, his hands move to my hips, dragging me all the way down his length. When his body finally meets mine, his cock stretching me fully, it steals my breath away. My inner walls clamp tight around him as I draw in a shaky breath, and Sawyer groans at the way I squeeze him on my way up.

“Are you okay?” I murmur, glancing down at the bruises on his side.

“Fuck, yes. Even though it hurts like hell, you feel incredible,” he grunts through a wince as I rock downward on him again. He lets out the breath he’s been holding in a long exhale that lasts until our bodies meet again. “Goddamn, I wish I could fuck you harder.”

“Maybe you should just take it easy, old man,” I tease, rolling my hips forward and backward, gripping and massaging his cock inside me and pulling a strained sound out of him.

Chuckling, Sawyer reaches up for the chain connecting my clamps again and gives it a sharp pull, making me hiss. He fixes me with an intense stare, his gray eyes smoldering.

“Watch out, heartbreaker. I might be older than you, and I might be injured, but I can still fuck the brat right out of you.”

My entire body flushes with heat at his words, my clit throbbing in response.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I ask breathlessly.

He laughs darkly, pulling even harder on the chain and making me bite back a loud moan. The sensation is such a sweet mix of pain and pleasure, confusing and lighting up my nervous system.

“It’s a fucking promise,” he growls, and I shiver as I keep moving, grinding my body against his as I rock back and forth, squeezing and releasing his cock.

Sawyer groans, his eyelids drooping as his head falls back against the headboard. He lets me tease him until I’m right on the edge of an orgasm—and then something inside him seems to snap. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he braces his feet on the bed and uses the leverage to drive hard and fast up into me, pounding what little breath I still have out of my lungs.

“Oh. My. God,” I whimper through each thrust and fall forward over him with my hands braced on the headboard

My hair dangles down around us, and Sawyer pulls his lower lip between his teeth as he drives the intensity up even further. It must be killing him to be moving so hard and fast like this, but somehow, he’s able to ignore it as he keeps bouncing me down to meet his thrusts and fucking the life out of me.

“Fuck,” I hiss as my body tenses, trying to fight back the orgasm that’s burning to get out of me. I’m not ready for it to endyet, but my nerves are screaming for release, and Sawyer’s not letting up.

“Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart on my cock,” he grunts without ever breaking his rhythm, his eyes boring into mine.

I lose all hope of resisting.

My head tips back as a cry works its way up my throat, but I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep the sound muffled as my pussy spasms around Sawyer’s pumping cock. My fingers dig into the headboard, and my lungs burn from the sheer effort it takes to hold back my noises.

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