Page 44 of Bonded

“Oh God…” she gasps and opens her eyes to stare at him. “Darius…” Placing her hand against his, holding it positioned against her breast, she smiles. Then moving her hand to the buttons on his shirt she undoes one.

When he doesn’t stop her, she undoes another and then continues until his firm muscular chest is exposed. “Oh…” she groans. He’s so toned, so muscular, and her hands shake as she tentatively touches him—mirroring his movements on her body. Both of them focus—the green to purple glare as they stare at each other.

Darius takes his shirt off and carefully hangs it on the back of the chair. Kat smiles at how particular he is with his clothes—compared to Digby, who would have just thrown his onto the floor with needy impatience. There’s nothing rushed or needy about Darius. This is the complete opposite of the aggressive, wanton sex she and Ryan have. Their need for each other overwhelms and consumes them, and they can’t satisfy each other fast enough. But this, this is carefully thought out, cool, calm, and slow.

She gasps with longing, looking at him standing in front of her. Then he takes a hold of her hands and forces them behind her back. Gripping them, one of his large hands holds tight around her wrists—locking them together, he strokes her face and brushes his lips against hers. She struggles to pull free, but he’s too strong and she can’t.

Luna roars loudly. The howling wolf makes a desolate and angry cry, fighting against Darius’s restraint of Kat’s body. “Darius…” she moans in anticipation. He quietens her and kissing her neck he lays her back on the bed. She swallows nervously, closing her eyes as she continues to fight the inner conflict with her wolf. Luna pleading with Kat to get away from him.

Darius is concerned he can see her struggle—her fighting to hold back a shift.“Kat, you okay?”

“Mm-hmm. Yeah… She… Darius, I’m sorry. Shit—” She takes deep breaths, trying to control the raging wolf and hold her in. Luna tries to take over Kat’s body. “Sorry. I… Sorry, I’m fine,” she gasps, panting, her head thrashing from side to side.

“Kat, stay calm. It’s going to be all right. Just tell her I’m not going to hurt her. This is for pleasure, not pain. I won’t hurt either of you.”

“I know, but she… she doesn’t like it. It’s… oh God, I can’t. You’re not him. Sorry.” She takes a deep breath and holds it concentrating. “It’s okay. Really… I’m okay, I’ve got it.” she nods and regains control of her body. “It’s fine.”

He brushes her hair off her shoulder and stares into her eyes. Her pupils are such a deep green color just before a shift, and it mesmerizes him.

Then, for the very first time, he kisses her—properly. A full and passionate kiss on the lips.

“Oh fuck…” she groans as everything between them becomes real. His lips on hers. It’s no longer a fantasized dream, and it feels incredible. His tongue explores her mouth and with her hands freed from his grip, she makes a grab at his head and pulls him to her.

“Uh-uh,” he huffs, a quirky smile curling the corners of his lips as he steps back and before she knows what’s happening, he moves swiftly to the top of the bed, and grabbing her wrist, pulls her arm above her head. With very little effort and despite her defiant resistance, he restrains her—quickly doing the same with her other arm.

“Darius, no, wait! Don’t!” For a moment, her body is overwhelmed with feelings and she struggles, pulling against the leather cuffs fastened around her wrists.

“Shh… be calm. Kat, you can’t break them—trust me, I’ve tried.” He smiles, kissing her. “They’re stitched with argent cord. Too strong even for a wolf to break.” She nods in consent and relaxes—slowing her breathing as she calms down and he now kneels at her feet and removing her black patent high heels and places them under the chair.

She can hear his groans of pleasure and him undoing the belt on his pants. Removing them and his boxers, he folds them, laying them in a neat pile with his shirt.

Pulling at the restraints holding her, she leans forward and gasps. It’s the first time she’s seen his body completely naked, and she’s shocked at how beautiful he is.

His chest sculpted to perfection, a team insignia tattooed on his shoulder blade, just like the one Digby has. A sizeable tribal pattern etched on his body covers his shoulder, down his arm, and part of his chest. But it’s not the tattoo that holds her attention as she gasps in needy anticipation, it’s the glimpse of his large firm cock that stands proud from his body.

His longing for her is obvious, and she shudders with want for him.

Then in silence, he places a hand on either side of her hips and slowly slides her lace panties down. She wriggles and writhes to the touch of his hand on her outer thigh. “Shhh… quiet.” He keeps his voice low, teasing her with the softness of its tone. His eyes flash an intense violet color as he stares at her. “Close your eyes, you’ll enjoy it more.”

She does as he says, reluctant because she wants to look at him. He’s perfect and his slow, unhurried and gentle moves are making her shiver all over. For such a strong man, his touch is so light that she can barely feel it.

“Oh fuck!” she cries and takes a deep breath. Biting her bottom lip to contain her groans. Luna’s yapping again her anger is wild and frenzied and Kat tries to shut her out of her head.

Her hips buck and she opens her eyes wide and stares at him—she can’t help it, as his tongue touches gently between her legs, and with her senses heightened to breaking point, she pushes her hips forward. Straining against the leather cuffs which are holding her wrists high above her head she struggles and he grips his hand more firmly on her thigh to hold her still. Pushing her legs wider apart as his tongue continues to flicker against her clit. The sensation sends a shivering frenzy through her body and she pulls against the bonds trying to get free.

He grins wickedly and continues to tease—touching, stopping, then touching again. It drives her wild and she’s desperate to grab him, hold him against her.

He can tell and smiles as he watches her pain and frustration while she continually thrusts her hips forward, offering herself to him. He obliges her whims and bending her knee, he thrusts one… then two fingers inside the wet warmth of her pussy, catching the sweet spot—the spot he teased in her office. Rubbing the tip of his finger gently against it sends a flood of signals and pheromones coursing through Kat’s veins.

“Oh… “she groans, straining and pulling at the bonds holding her. Whimpering and begging. “Purr-lease… Let me go!”

Ignoring her pleading demands, he grins and doesn’t say a word. She can do nothing but watch as he strokes his hand along the length of his cock, making it pulse as he continues fingering her body.

“Darius…” she pleads. “Please… just fuck me!”

“No.” He grins and continues pleasuring himself in front of her. “I told you that’s not going to happen.”

“What? But why? Please… I thought—”

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