Page 139 of Shadowed Hearts: Frost
I enter her with a single controlled thrust. Watch her face transform with the sensation. The tight heat of her sends waves of pleasure through my system, but I maintain control. This isn't about my release. This is about her attention. Her presence. Her safety.
"More." She begs. Tries to shift her hips to take me deeper.
"My pace." I establish a rhythm designed to build sensation without overwhelming her system. "My control."
She stills immediately. Surrenders. The sight sends a surge of satisfaction through me. I move with intention. Watch her face for each reaction. Note what draws the strongest response.
"That's it." I gradually increase the intensity of each thrust. "Stay right here with me."
Her eyes never leave mine as I move within her. Each motion carefully measured for maximum impact. The rope creaks slightly as she pulls against it. Provides additional sensory input:sound, pressure, restriction.
"Is your mind quiet?" I need verbal confirmation.
"Yes." Wonder in her voice. "There's nothing else. Just you."
"That's the point." I increase my pace methodically. "Nothing exists but this moment."
I lift her hips. Target the spot that makes her gasp. Her muscles tighten around me. A feedback loop of pleasure that threatens my control. I push the sensation aside. Concentrate entirely on her responses.
When her breathing shows approaching climax, I wrap my hand around her throat. Not squeezing. Just applying light pressure. Another anchor point.
"Come for me. Now, Vanessa."
Her body responds instantly. Her climax washes through her in visible waves. Our eyes lock. Clarity replaces panic in her gaze. Her inner muscles contract around me. Pull me deeper.
I continue thrusting through her climax. Prolong it. Use her pleasure to keep her mind locked in the present. When the intensity fades, I increase my pace. Drive her toward a second peak before the first completely subsides.
"Asher." She cries out. The sound raw and honest. "I can't—"
"You can." I correct her. My hand moves from her throat to grasp the headboard. "And you will."
I drive into her with powerful strokes. Overwhelm her senses completely. Her second climax hits harder than the first. Her entire body shakes against the restraints.
The sight of her completely undone, bound and trusting beneath me, breaks something in my chest. I allow my own release. Fill her with a groan that surprises me with its intensity.
For several minutes, I remain above her. Support my weight on my forearms as our breathing synchronizes. I'm aware of each point where the rope creates pressure against her skin. Note the time before I need to release her to prevent discomfort.
When I finally ease out of her and begin unfastening the knots, I watch her face carefully for signs of returning distress.
I find calm. Peace. Her eyes track my movements lazily. Satisfaction clear in every line of her body.
"I've never trusted anyone like this," she admits as the last rope falls away. Her breathing finally steady and eyes clear for the first time since Slate's confession.
The truth scares me more than her fragility—that she's entrusting me with not just her body but something far more breakable: her fracturing mind.
I run my fingers gently over the marks left by the rope. Check each one for excessive pressure or abrasion. All within acceptable parameters. No damage. Only temporary indentations that will fade within hours.
"How do you feel?" I gather the rope and set it aside.
"Present." She answers simply. "Whole."
I nod. Satisfied with this assessment. I pull her against me. Position her head on my chest where she can hear my heartbeat. Another anchor point.
"Rest." My hand strokes her hair with steady, measured movements.
For once, she doesn't argue. Doesn't move. Doesn't fill the silence with rapid words and connections. She simply breathes against me. Her body heavy with satisfaction. Her mind quiet for now.
In this moment, I understand something critical. The rope, the control, the dominance—these aren't about possession. They're about protection. About creating external structure when her internal systems fail. About safety.
