Page 57 of Snow Bound

Her breasts bounced with every crash of his hips into hers, her nipples throbbing in their makeshift clamps, and still, it wasn’t enough.

His eyes were fierce, his face set in the grim lines of agonized pleasure, his hips pounding as he slammed into her over and over again. The tension in her belly was huge and getting bigger, winding higher and higher until she was poised on the edge of something that she just couldn’t quite reach.

“I have to move.” Her fingers clenched and unclenched on the ropes, biting her lip so hard she tasted blood. “Please, let me move. Let me come.”

“No.”

Goddamn him. She was so close, so close, the only thing keeping her from coming was his insistence that she couldn’t. A little niggling voice in the back of her mind whispered that this was significant somehow, but she barely had the brainpower left to breathe, much less think. She was reduced to sobs, her eyes locked on his in a silent plea, as she chanted over and over again: “Please. Please.”

He picked up speed, hips slamming into hers, and still it wasn’t enough. His growl was feral, his eyes glittering fiercely when he leaned down, hips still pumping, and kissed her. Deeply, savagely. And as his tongue thrust into her mouth, he reached up with both hands and with a quick flick, released the clothespins.

There was a brief moment of sweet relief, then it was screaming agony as blood rushed back into the tortured little nubs. Sparks flashed in front of her eyes and she arched against the pain, crying into his mouth as he ground his chest into hers, setting off little flares of pain and pleasure.

“You can come now,” he growled into her mouth, and the world exploded.

Her mouth opened on a silent scream under his as the pressure and tension burst. Her body bucked, her pussy clenched, the rhythmic surge going on and on. Dimly she heard his answering shout, felt the slam of his cock into her cunt once more before he went still. Felt the sting of his teeth on her neck when he came, and the feel of him, the knowledge that he took his pleasure in her body, set off another explosion inside her.

Then everything went black.

CHAPTER NINE

When she could think again, breathe again, she opened her eyes. Grant was lying next to her, his fingers stroking over her face, concern in the blue eyes focused on hers. He smiled. “Hi, there.”

“Hi,” she whispered.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Softly, sweetly. She let out a small sigh of contentment.

“So.” His hand smoothed over her hair. “Do you still hate me?”

She laughed, then winced when her breasts jiggled with the motion. She reached up to grab them and winced again. “Ow. Yes.”

His eyes were bright and amused as he dropped a soft kiss on each breast above her hands. “Poor baby.”

“Asshole,” she complained.

“Guilty.”

She wanted to frown at him, but she was just too relaxed. “When my bones grow back, I’m going to kick your ass,” she informed him.

“I’ll look forward to it.” He propped his head on his hand and grinned at her.

She sighed, then lifted her hands off her breasts to peer at them with a frown. “When did you untie me?”

“A couple of minutes ago. You weren’t out long.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You fucked me unconscious?”

“You didn’t pass out,” he said, chuckling. “You just went away for a little while.”

“Hmmm.” She let her fingers float up to toy with the ends of his hair. “That sounds like passed out to me.”

“You hit subspace pretty hard.”

She yawned. “If you say so. My experience is somewhat limited.”

“But expanding every day.” He lifted his hands to her shoulders, rubbing firmly at muscles stressed too long, and she groaned. “Too sore?”

“Not too.” His hands felt so good she could’ve stayed there all day, and her entire body was still pleasantly buzzed from all the endorphins swimming through her bloodstream.

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