Page 57 of Bound

His smokey eyes met hers. “Brace your hands on the tub.”

Ruby grabbed the sides of the bathtub. It was slippery and she ached to touch his chest again, to drag her nails over the bits of blood she hadn’t managed to clean off his sides. But she obeyed because she knew what it would get her.

“Very good,” Slate purred, thrusting his fingers deep. “Now stay still while you come.”

The words vibrated in his throat, sounding like something a creature would say before they pounced out of the dark. It made Ruby wetter every time she heard it.

Her orgasm was coming up on her fast. She wanted to open her mouth, to arch her back. But instead, she locked herself in place, feeling it warm her up from the inside out.

Slate licked her cheek, wrapping his tongue around her throat and squeezing just long enough to pry out a moan, then released.

“Now,” Slate told her.

He curled his fingers against her sweet spot. Ruby gripped the sides of the bathtub and came, arms shaking, legs going numb against his powerful thighs.

“There,” he said, his voice so thick she barely recognized it. “Now you’re wet enough. Stay like that.”

He pulled his fingers out, ignoring her pleading whimper.

He held her in place as he lined himself up. Ruby didn’t move. He liked her still when he was working his cock into her.Sheliked being held still. It worked very well for both of them.

He pressed his cockhead into her, the shallowest thrust before pulling out. He always started like this, opening her up with small, careful thrusts until he was properly inside.

Ruby dug her teeth into her lip until it stung. She loved how carefully he fucked her. That he never truly hurt her when he could do it so easily. But she wanted him tostopbeing careful. To fuck her with complete abandon. To shove himself inside entirely, not work himself halfway in and stop himself from pushing deeper.

They both sighed as the head pressed in.

“Yeah,” Ruby said, barely holding herself back from rocking her hips. “Just like that. Give me more?”

“Just who is in charge here, little witch?” Slate asked, his black eyes gleaming with mirth. Something was underneath it, something intent and tender that took her breath away. Then she squeezed around him, and his eyes went half-lidded.

“Good question,” Ruby said. “If you aren’t going to fuck me properly, maybe I should—ohhh!”

She cut off with a cry on the next thrust. It was faster than he would usually allow, giving her less time to adjust beforehe went deeper. She could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate him, always straining no matter how many times they did this.

Slate grabbed her hips, holding her still as he fucked deeper. Water splashed out over the sides of the tub. Ruby’s arms trembled as she braced herself.

“Taking me so well,” Slate groaned.

Ruby moaned. He was so big.Impossiblybig. She couldn’t take any more.

She looked down. He had only worked half his cock inside. His knot sat under the bathwater, thick and tantalizing.

She gritted her teeth. “Keep going.”

Slate’s hips faltered. “It will not fit.”

“I’llmakeit fit!” Ruby bore down, wincing as it immediately started to sting. And it wasn’t just the sting: she could feel her inner walls protesting, could feel his cock bump up against the end of her hole.

Slate gripped her hips hard, stilling her.

“I cannot go any deeper,” he said reluctantly. “I can feel your end. I know you can feel it, too.”

“But…” Ruby’s eyes pricked. “You said…”

Slate kissed her, his tongue curling against the roof of her mouth.

“I will consult my brothers,” he assured her. “You have opened for me this much. There must be a way to open you more.”

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