Page 84 of Chasing Sarah

His chuckle skates over me. I gasp, hips bucking, when he circles my clit with his fingers. In my blank state, I failed to notice my lack of underwear. The heat of his skin warms my pussy, making every nerve hyperaware of each movement he makes.

His strokes speed up and he applies more pressure. My nails pierce his muscular back, eliciting a hiss that is coated in hunger.

“I love when you mark me.”

“I love marking you.”

My shirt is shoved upward, exposing my breasts. I cry out when he bites on my nipple, sending a sharp jolt through me.

The shirt is ripped off me then my hands are held together at the wrists and pressed above my head. “Don’t move.”

I nod vehemently.

He releases me and rises from the bed. I lie unmoving, listening to him search for something out of my sight.

“Close your eyes.”

I slam my eyelids shut so fast I shock myself. The bed dips with his weight. What feels like a silk tie is placed on my eyes. Rhys gently lifts my head and ties a small knot, creating a blindfold.

My other senses take control. My skin is set on fire. My nose is invaded by the undeniable scent of Rhys. My ears take in every shift of fabric from the blankets and sheets. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”

My confusion is cleared up almost immediately, when he binds my wrists with what resembles the rough texture of rope. Two tight tugs pull my arms flush with the mattress.

He’s tied me to the headboard.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I’ve never been so turned on in my entire adult life.

My head snaps to the side at the sound of ice clinking against a glass. The bed dips again then nothing.

The rise and fall of my chest pick up speed as I lie here in wait. Fully exposed and aroused beyond any comprehension of the word.

A sudden cold meets my core and I yelp. Then I’m crying out when I feel the warmth of Rhys’ tongue.

Fire.

Ice.

Fire.

Ice.

I might as well be in damn space from how high I am on Rhys’ toying.

I have an out of body experience and come so hard I see stars. My legs are an uncontrollable, shaking mess. The blindfold is lifted, and I blink until my vision clears. Rhys kneels between my legs, licking my release from his lips with a satisfied groan.

He doesn’t give me time to come down from my high before I’m being untied from the bed and flipped onto my stomach.

He unbinds my wrists only to pull my arms behind my back and securing them once more at the wrist.

The skin below the rope is deliciously raw and I welcome to pain.

Holding me down, he slowly sinks into my entrance, stretching me. “Oh fuuuuck,” he moans. And I swear nothing is sexier than hearing this man be vocal at how much he enjoys being inside me.

“Please move, shift. Do something!” I press my ass back until I meet his pubic bone. Every ridge of his length rubs against my walls as he draws out to his tip.

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t fu-.” He pistons into me with so much force, if he wasn’t holding me down, I’d probably fly off the bed.

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