Page 44 of Sky High Obsession

“Are you going to take that shirt off or do I need to rip it off you?”

His head jerked up.A second later, he surged up to tower over her, his shirt a useless heap on the floor.Up close and intensely mouth-watering, his broad chest just begged to be touched.

She slid the thin side of the handcuff over his skin and felt his deep shudder as the cold steel grazed his nipple.“Fuck!”

Power surged through her.She repeated the action on his other nipple and bit her lip when his flesh puckered beautifully.

Starved for him, she lowered her head and tasted him.

Desperate fingers speared into her hair, holding her to her task.“God, yes, baby!”

Exercising the prerogative he’d handed her, she bit him, glorying in his hissed, guttural response.“Let me go, Zach.”

He released her immediately, his chest rising and falling agitatedly as he stared down at her.Deep excitement flared in his eyes as he watched her trail the handcuff down between his pecs to his waist.

She paused just above the rigid swell in his pants.“I own you tonight.Will I need to remind you again?”

His nostrils flared, and he licked his lower lip.“You’ve owned me since the second I saw you.I don’t need reminding.”

Her breath faltered.Tears brimmed her eyes and threatened to fall.He cupped her cheeks and started to brush them away.

She turned aside and walked to the huge imposing bed.Taking her time, she removed the key from the cuffs and placed it on his bedside table.With one finger, she dangled the handcuffs in front of her.“I’m going to have a lot of fun with these.”

A hint of uncertainty crossed his face, but it was gone a second later.“Tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

Her gaze devoured him from head to toe and lingered on his crotch.Hunger clawed through her belly with a viciousness that made her wonder if this was how addicts felt when confronted with their favorite drug.She could barely think straight, never mind speak through the need that pounded within her.

“Undress for me.I want you naked.”

He complied with a fevered enthusiasm, which would’ve made her smile had she not been caught up in a similar turmoil of need.

Zach shucked out of his clothes and roughly kicked them aside.Without waiting for permission, he strode to where she perched on the edge of the bed.

The handcuffs slid off her finger, onto her lap, unheeded.She breathed him in and fought the heady scent of his heated body and unique scent of his arousal.

His huge cock bobbed with each heartbeat.Unable to resist, she grasped him in both hands.He was rock hard and hot, thick and so incredibly tempting, she wetted her lips.

“Shit!”

She glanced up at him through drowsy eyes and saw flared nostrils and high color slashed across his cheeks.Power, sweet and potent, surged through her.But at the same time, she recognized that she was equally enthralled by him, equally at his mercy.

But she wasn’t about to give up her power just yet.She caressed him harder, watched his face grow more taut, more tormented.“Do you want me to suck you, Zach?Do you want to feel the back of my throat?”

“More than I want to breathe,” he replied tersely.

She tilted her head and blinked slowly.“What if I wanted to do something else first?”

A thick wave of tension washed over him.“Something like what?”he croaked.

“I don’t know.I’m thinking…” She slid her tongue over her lips once more and felt him shudder in response.

“Torture, Peaches?”

“Not necessarily.It may be something you enjoy immensely.”

“Or I could be dead by the time you make up your mind.Then we both lose.Think about that.”The gravelly plea didn’t diminish the determined bite in his voice.Her answering smile was as tight as the need knotting inside her.

She caressed him again from root to tip, then cupped his heavy balls in one hand.Deliciously sensitive to her touch, he groaned deep, but his eyes remained fixed on her, watching every single thing she did to him.

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