Page 83 of Connected

He very gently strokes his fingers against the pulse on her neck and her feelings consume her body. Lit by her passionate desire to be with him, every touch of his hand or lips overwhelms her, and she melts into a quivering frenzy before him. Focused on the deep purple of his eyes, he draws her in, and it feels like he’s hypnotizing her and finally she concedes. “Okay. I’ll do it,” she says as a hopeless resistance escapes her lips. “I’m trusting you to take it off when I ask you.”

“As soon as you say the word, I promise—I’ll take it off.”

He smiles. Laying the collar on the bed he stares and touching her cheek he reassures her. His hand smooths down the curve of her neck and slowly he unbuttons her shirt. Sliding it from her shoulder, he drops kisses against her skin, and then he trails a line with his tongue down her chest until his lips nuzzle against her breast. Lapping and teasing, he flicks the tip of his tongue on her nipple.

She throws her head back and groans and half-naked she gathers her hair in her hands and holds it on top of her head.

Turning around, she keeps her back to him and stares into the large mirror, watching as his naked body moves to the bed and picks up the circle of silver. She takes a deep breath and stares longingly at his reflection—the deep tan of his skin and the glow of his violet eyes as he towers over her from behind. Then as he drops light, gentle kisses over her shoulders, she groans and shudders. At each electrifying touch on her skin, she takes slow deep breaths and calms herself as Luna’s howl becomes a deafening roar.

“Darius, stop. I can’t do this. I—” She gasps with fear. She’s afraid she’ll lose control of the wolf, worried if the shift happens, she won’t be able to come back. She closes her eyes tight. “Wait… If we’re going to do this, then do it now.”

Gritting her teeth, she holds her breath in readiness for the agony to come. Her body tenses as Darius steps up behind her. Feeling him close, she opens her eyes, watching in the mirror as he snakes his tattooed arm around her waist and holds her. The cool feel of his naked body presses tightly against the warmth of her skin. The ready firmness of his large cock can be felt against the small of her back—the gentle stroke of his hand down the curve of her waist is enough reassurance to calm her fears.

She relaxes, sinking back against his strength, and closes her eyes. His scent is turning her on and even the thoughts of being in pain begin to feel exciting and the apprehensive tension makes her pussy wet with desire.

There’s a click as he unclips the collar and then without a word, he slowly slides it around her neck.

“Oh fuck…” she gasps. Luna howls in pain and Kat jolts backward at the feel of the metal on her skin. Forcing her body against Darius’s chest, she presses herself closer and seeks comfort in his naked flesh.

“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

She nods, barely able to speak as pain floods her body. Panting with quick, shallow breaths. “Fuck.” she gasps.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

He watches her reaction in the mirror as the color drains from her face and a wave of hurt washes over her.

She doesn’t answer, and he asks again. “Kat, I said do you want me to—”

“Wait… Just wait. Give me a minute,” she chokes, trying to catch a breath.

Luna quiets: her howl becomes fainter and as the wolf retreats to the safe space in the recess of her mind Kat breathes with relief. “Oh god, that hurts so much,” she groans as she looks up and stares in the mirror. Gripping his hand in hers, she smiles and positions his hand over the curve of her breast—tempting him to squeeze.

He grins massaging his fingers into the soft plump of flesh, flicking a tease of her nipple makes her blood pump faster. And as the surge races through her veins, it sends a pink flushed glow to her cheeks.

Pleasure replaces pain, and she smiles.

Watching their reflection in the mirror—his large naked body gripped around hers; his hands caressing her breasts; his lips kissing her shoulder.

He looks up, staring at the way her blonde curls sit softly around her face.

“You look amazing,” he smiles. His purple eyes seem to glow much more brightly as he focuses on the mirror, looking at her naked body positioned in front of him. With his hand rested on the curve of her waist, his lips kiss the crook of her neck. “You look so beautiful—like a queen.”

She takes a breath and smiles. Despite the burning pain, even she must admit the collar looks stunning—the way the intricate engravings on the silver glisten and shine as it reflects light from the bedroom lamp. She stares into the ornate framed glass, watching as Darius circles her neck with his mouth—peppering it with wet kisses—each one carefully placed, taking the pain away and easing her discomfort.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she gasps.

His hand slides gently from her hip, smoothing a path across the flat of her stomach, down lower toward the warmth between her legs. He slips his fingers under the elasticized waist of her shorts and into her panties.

She shudders with delight as he touches her clit; his other hand working its touch on her nipple, tugging firmly as he teases it—stimulating each part of her body. She takes a sharp intake of breath and smiles, watching as he kisses down her back. Then with a sudden tug, he pulls her toweling shorts, sliding them and her panties down the toned length of her legs.

Stepping from the garments, she moans quietly. The pain is now forgotten, and her eyes target his naked body—his tattooed arms entwined around her—it’s like they’ve become one person. Embraced against each other, Darius circles, turning her around until they’re facing each other.

He kisses her mouth, then drops his lips to her breasts. Sucking, biting and teasing her nipples, he makes her groan wildly, and she closes her eyes.

With her hand grasping and clutching in his hair, he moans. Continually kissing her chest, he walks her backward and pushes her to lie down on the bed. A loud sigh escapes him and kissing her body, he moves further down—away from her breasts.

Propped against the pillows, she pulls at his hair, her eyes flit to their reflection in the mirror and she concentrates, watching him lick a line over her stomach until he dips his head between her thighs and groans. “Mmm…” she mumbles as he flickers his tongue on her clit.

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