Page 105 of Ace of Spades

She does, just as I leak a drop onto her tongue. I press her chin up gently, closing her jaw for her.

"Swallow for me."

She makes a show of it, opening her mouth afterward to prove she did.

"Greedy little Angel," I rasp, bending down to kiss her slow and filthy, tasting both of us mingled on her lips. "But you only get a taste for now."

“Mmmm,” she hums against my mouth, so fucking sweet.

I pull back just enough to ask, "Where’s your bed, Sienna?"

She licks her lips, still breathless. "There," she whispers, pointing toward the small hallway.

I eye it, then eye her, waiting.

"God, you’re fucking gorgeous," I growl.

She blushes, cheeks pink, and I can't wait another second. I bend and haul her over my shoulder caveman-style, making her squeal and laugh as I carry her toward the room.

Her laughter’s still lingering in the air when I lay her down on her bed.

But before I can pounce, she bites her bottom lip, suddenly shy.

"Can I… ask you something?" she says, voice barely above a whisper.

I sit on the edge of the mattress, heart thudding. "You can ask me anything, Angel."

She toys with the hem of her hoodie. "I was reading this pirate romance... and the main character... she got tied up."

I arch a brow. "Yeah?"

Her cheeks go even redder. "And it... I don’t know. It really intrigued me."

I grin, feeling my cock twitch. "You ever been tied up before?"

She shakes her head. "No."

I lean closer, brushing my knuckles down her flushed cheek. "Takes trust. Takes a safe word. Takes someone who knows what the hell they’re doing."

Her eyes search mine. Brave. Wide open.

"You trust me, Angel?"

"With everything," she breathes.

Fuck me.

I stand, tugging my shirt over my head. "Lucky for you..." I smirk. "I’m pretty good with knots."

Her eyes widen.

I chuckle. "Did a stint as a parachute rigger in the military. Knots are kinda my thing."

She scrambles off the bed, practically bouncing over to her closet. She digs for a second and pulls out a nylon rope, holding it out to me like an offering.

"For the record," she says quickly, "I didn’t buy this for sex. I swear. But now..." Her voice dips lower. "I really want it to be for sex."

I take the rope from her, turning it over in my hands, inspecting it.

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