Page 75 of Eternal Sacrifice
“Arms up,” he snipped, his tone commanding once he decided he had tasted enough.
I stretched my arms above my head, and he crawled onto the bed over the top of me. He reached up and grabbed the belt, pulling it toward the ceiling. My shoulders were lifted off the bed, and I found myself face to face with Jax. His knees were positioned in the space between my thighs, and I felt them pushing against me to spread them further.
I couldn’t move.
He leaned in closer, brushing his nose against my neck as he breathed in deeply. I felt a sharp tug in my chest and heard my shirt tearing. Jax broke the fabric apart and tossed it to the side before swiping the cups of my bra beneath my breasts. My nipples hardened against the cold air and then were warmed as he rolled them between his fingers. Warmth encapsulated both breasts as he worked them until I arched into his hold, and then his touch disappeared.
I looked around, confused, until I saw him standing beside the bed, wrapping a lengthy rope around his arm. He smiled at my confusion as he held up the end. “Time to wrap my present in a bow.”
I lifted my head, intent on watching him work. His hands moved smoothly, twisting the rope and making knots before traveling across my waist to do the same on the other side. I had seen pictures of this sort of stuff on Sheila’s computer before, but none of them had looked as intricate. The patterns and knots were woven down each of my thighs, yet left my center exposed.
He finished the last knot with a sharp tug before stepping back to appreciate the sight. His tattooed finger returned to his lip, and he raised an eyebrow.
“It’ll do.”
“What do you mean?” my tone did not come out with the offended bite as I had planned. Instead, it came out soft and shuttered, as if I was afraid he had found me lacking.
“It will do for now. Tomorrow I will be better prepared for you.”
“Tomorrow?”
He smiled, his eyes traveling slowly up my body as he appreciated the full sight of me. “Tomorrow and maybe a few after that.”
I liked the sound of tomorrow because there would always be more tomorrows.
I nodded too enthusiastically. I couldn’t help it.
His hand came to caress my thigh, this time through the holes of the knots he tied. It felt entirely foreign, and I loved every second of it. He worked his way up my hips, showing me through touch how to appreciate the masterpiece he had created.
I don’t think I will ever be able to look at a coil of rope without the sight of this moment jumping into my mind.
“I think you’re overdressed,” I breathed, knowing there wasn’t anything else I could do at that moment.
He looked almost surprised, but started on the buttons of his shirt at his neck. His chin tilted toward the ceiling as he worked his way down. Every inch of skin was covered in tattoos. They were impressively detailed, almost seeming to come alive in the shadows. He reached for the bottom button, flicked it free, and then pulled his shirt off to toss it away.
He placed his palms on the bed on either side of me. I could feel the dip of the mattress from his pressure, but he didn’t touch me.
“You can handle a little pain. Right, Sweetheart?”
The nickname didn’t feel right, but I didn’t seem to take any issue with the idea of a bit of pain.
“I can handle it,” I said, surprised that my voice came out steady.
He smiled, showing his teeth, and it almost looked like he had twin pairs of fangs.
He raised a hand to grab my breast, kneading it in his palm. The tough was rough, harsher than I had ever been touched before.
I hummed in pleasure, arching my back into him.
His other hand came up to wrap around my neck, and I froze. I could hear my heart pounding, and my breath came in short pants. His thumb circled against my skin, reassuring me that everything was alright. I focused on breathing normally with a hand around my throat. His other abandoned my breast to travel lower.
His hand slipped between my thighs, and he caught my gasp by tightening his hand around my neck. A finger sunk into me, and his lips crashed down on mine. His hand released my throat, and my gasp found its way free. He caught it with the tip of his tongue.
“You’re too fucking good to be real.” With each word, I felt his lips against mine before he dived back in with a dominating kiss.
He pumped his finger inside me, and if his cock was half as capable, he could sign me up for every tomorrow on the calendar.
He worked my body until sweat started to form on my forehead and between my shoulder blades. My body was strung as tight as a piano string. All I needed was a little more, and I would snap. A sting hit, followed by the sound of his hand slapping my clit, and my orgasm burst through me.
