Page 31 of Fractured (Not Quite a Billionaire)
Please,I wanted to say.Please touch me.
Instead, he stopped, and Ididwant to scream, then. He was gone, and I moaned again, and knew he heard me, but he didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t evenseehim. What was he doing?
A long few seconds passed. I wanted to find him, to make him do it more, to do it hard, but I couldn’t. I was all frustration, nothing but aching, panting need.
Then he settled over me, his weight pressing me down, and his hand was on me again at last, but there was something strange about it. Something cold and impossibly stimulating, a wet, icy-hot sensation that was sending me straight to the sky, and somehow, I’d found a way to wriggle, to ask for it. And at that moment, the thumb of his other hand, slippery, wet, and cold, eased its way inside me at the back.
If I could have gasped, I would have. As it was, I tensed, pulled up tight, and then tighter still. Which was when he plunged into me again and…held still. He was inside me, stroking me with one hand, rubbing that cold into me while he shoved his thumb deep and hard into my backside, stimulating me so much. Too much.
It was all…it was all too much. I couldn’t take it. I was trying to get away, trying to call out, my entire body rigid as the tension inside me wound higher and higher, the orgasm coming closer, then closer still. I was biting down on fabric, my hands twisting around the cord tying me to the head of the bed, my legs held tight…
I screamed. I shook, and I convulsed, and he didn’t stop.
I wanted to tell him I couldn’t do it. I wanted to tell him to stop, and all I wanted was for him to keep going. And he did. Again and again, while I heard his ragged breath in my ears, and finally, jerked again at the feeling of his teeth closing over the back of my neck.
Hebitme. He held me with his teeth, and all I could do was lie still and feel his hands and mouth and body taking over every bit of me, making me shake, making me his.
He burned me down.
Hemi
Sometimes, I honestly thought that being with Hope would kill me.
I’d kept her quiet, but I hadn’t stopped to think about how hard it would be for me to stay that way. When she was coming so hard I could barely stay inside her, when my own climax punched into me like a wrecking ball, I bent my head, held her tight with my teeth at the back of her neck…and still couldn’t stop the groans that escaped me. I shook and spasmed as Hope’s sweet body took me in and squeezed me tight, as I felt her quivering beneath me, heard the muffled moans that made it out from behind the gag, and lost track of time and track of myself. I lost it entirely. I drowned in her.
When I came back to myself, I realized that I was sprawled over Hope, squashing her, and she was still tied fast. Still gagged, too. I hurried to unwind the length of silk scarf that had been holding her quiet for me with hands that weren’t entirely steady.
“All right?” I asked in her ear. I massaged the back of her neck where the red mark showed livid, then her cheek, where the gag had been. Had it hurt her? Had I? “Tell me.”
“Y-yes,” she said, barely a breath. “H–hold me. Please, Hemi.”
I knew I should untie her, but I didn’t. I lay over her and held her, my hands gripping her forearms, my chest pressing her down beneath me, and thought,See if I let you go. See if I do.
I untied her at last and got myself washed up. I washed her, too, as slowly and tenderly as I’d been fierce before, and loved doing it. When I blew out the candles and pulled her into my arms from behind, she moved back into me and said, sounding sleepy and so satisfied, “I didn’t think you could get any more possessive. Look how bad you’ve been, though, since I agreed to marry you.”
“Mm.” I rubbed a hand over the silken skin of her arm and felt her legs twining with mine. “Reprehensible. Next time, I’ll be gentle, eh.”
She breathed out a long sigh, sounding so contented, I had to hold her a little tighter. “The problem is,” she said, “I like it both ways. I told myself that I wouldn’t ask you for anything tonight, in case you couldn’t. But I wanted it. Whatwasthat? That…cold thing?”
I had to smile, there in the dark. “Something I picked up. I heard it worked. Seemed like it did. And…in case I couldn’t? What?”
“Well…you’re thirty-seven.”
This time, I laughed. “I still can. No worries.”
“Noise, though.” She sounded sleepier than ever. “What are we going to do about noise? If Karen and I do move? That’s going to be awkward.”
“Ah.” I rubbed my nose and grimaced. “No. That’s sorted.”
“Hemi.” She’d rolled over to face me. “How?”
“Ah…” Geez. Could I goonenight without getting myself into trouble?
Apparently not. “Suppose you tell me,” she said sweetly, “as I’m this woman you want to share your life with and all. We’ll start with the little things and work our way up.”
I cleared my throat. “I may have talked to Josh about that.” My assistant. “By the time we get home, it’ll be done.”
“What?”
