Page 23 of Sinful Chains

His eyes searched mine before he added, “However long it takes.”

That was the sticking point for me. The second orgasm always took forever, and men had lost patience with me in the past because of it.

But Storm was right.

He wasn’t them.

“Okay,” I said softly. “Please me. Without limits.”

He exhaled sharply like he’d been waiting all his life to hear that.

Without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me, pulling me on top of him, bunching my dress up around my waist. With his tongue, he tasted my lips, my neck, my collarbone…with his fingers, he worked me open. His thumb strummed my clit until I exploded with a keening cry, my head falling forward, my eyes rolling back.

“There you go,” he coaxed, his voice rough, his lips hot against my neck. “Cum for me, Princess. Just like that." He pressed a kiss to my cheek. "First of many."

The deep tenor of his voice intensified the pleasure as I spasmed uncontrollably around his fingers. And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he curled them, pressing a spot that made me yell out, “Fuck!”

I was trembling when he slid inside me. His hands gripped my hips. His lips brushed my nipples, hot and wet and whispersoft. He didn’t move at first, he just held me, savoring every second of my climax.

“San…” His voice was hoarse. “You’re so perfect. Jesus. I can’t even…” he trailed off, gripping me tighter. “I need you. I need all of you.”

When I could finally speak, I grabbed his face in my hands. “You already have me.”

He blinked slowly.

“For now.”

Then he snapped.

His hips pistoned upwards, driving him deeper and deeper until he hit a spot that made my whole body tingle. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming, but my moans were loud enough to bring the attention of nosy bystanders. I needed him to hurry, but I didn’t want it to end.

Decisions, decisions.

He stilled himself and used his hands to move me, sliding me up and down, an easy task given how wet I was.

“Look at you,” he gritted. “So fucking beautiful. And you feel sogood.”

I couldn’t believe how fast I was unraveling. Over and over again, I moved, rolling my hips as I dug my nails into his flesh. Thesecond climax hit me hard and fast, and he came right behind me, groaning into my neck.

We stayed that way, locked in emotionally, intertwined physically, our hurried breaths fogging the windows.

"Shit," he whispered. "Give me a couple of minutes and we'll go again."

I chuckled at that. "Why do I feel like I just got myself in some serious trouble?"

His grin was wicked and teasing. "I'd classify it as good trouble. And yeah, you did."

I pulled back to stare into his dark eyes, finding mischief there, along with lust.

"I've always been a goody-goody," I said, stroking his jaw with my thumb. "This was a long time coming."

He smiled. "Pun intended?"

I gave him a playful eyeroll, settling back in his arms like I had nowhere to go and nothing else to do. Like we couldn't get caught by a nosy passerby, or worse, a police officer.

"I tracked you here," he said against my skin.

"Mmm," I moaned at the warm touch of his lips. "What do you mean?"

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