Page 71 of Embers in Autumn
I swore under my breath, biting back the need to beg. She tilted her head, amused, and slid her panties down slowly, letting them fall to the floor.
When she climbed back onto the bed, straddling me again, her bare skin searing against my suit trousers, I nearly lost it.
And all I could think, staring up at her as she smiled wickedly down at me, was that I’d never in my life been so fucking grateful to give up control.
Her skin pressed to mine, hot and slick, the heat of her thighs bracketing me as she ground down slowly. The belt bit against my wrists when I tried to reach for her, uselessly tugging, and she only smiled like a queen watching her subject squirm.
“Patience,” she whispered, rolling her hips against the ache in my trousers. “You’ll get what you want when I’m ready.”
“Amber,” I rasped, my head falling back against the pillow. “You’re torturing me.”
She leaned down, lips grazing my jaw, her breasts brushing my chest as she whispered in my ear, “Good.” Then she moved back, deliberately slow, her hands roaming down her own body, fingertips tracing every curve as if showing me what I couldn’t touch.
My cock throbbed painfully, and when she finally unbuttoned my shirt, I sucked in a breath. Her mouth trailed down my chest, hot and wet, teasing every line of muscle before stopping just above my waistband. She looked up through her lashes, wicked, and tugged my zipper down with agonizing slowness.
“Fuck,” I groaned when she freed me, hard and pulsing in her hand. She stroked once, languid, her thumb brushing the head, and my hips bucked despite myself.
“Stay still,” she murmured, gripping me tighter, “or maybe I’ll keep you like this all night.”
My hands strained against the belt, leather creaking, but I didn’t fight her. Couldn’t. I was hers.
When she lowered herself over me, sliding down inch by inch, my groan tore through the room, raw and guttural. The feel of her—tight, wet, perfect—had me clenching my jaw to keep from finishing right then.
Amber rode me slow at first, dragging out every second, her nails raking down my chest. I watched her, mesmerized, the sway of her breasts, the way her hair spilled loose, the glow of her flushed skin. She looked like sin wrapped in silk, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“You’re mine tonight,” she said, breathless but firm, grinding down hard enough to make me shout. “Do you hear me, Dean?”
“Yes,” I groaned, my body jerking helplessly beneath hers. “God, yes, baby. I’m yours.”
Her pace quickened, riding me harder, deeper, the slap of skin and her moans filling the room. I couldn’t stop the filth pouring from my mouth, every word a prayer and a curse. “Fuck, Amber—so tight—so fucking perfect—ride me, baby, don’t stop—”
She leaned forward, bracing her hands on my chest, her hair brushing my face as she moved faster, her walls clenching around me. My vision blurred, the world narrowing to the wet heat of her, the way she used me, owned me.
“Come with me,” she gasped, her voice cracking as her body shuddered.
That was all it took. I surged against the restraints, roaring her name as release tore through me, hot and violent. She fell with me, her body shaking, her cry muffled against my shoulder as she pulsed around me, milking every drop.
When the tremors finally eased, she collapsed on top of me, both of us breathless, drenched in sweat. My wrists ached under the belt, but I didn’t care. I’d never felt more wrecked. More alive.
And as I pressed my mouth to her hair, panting, one thought burned clear through the haze.
This gorgeous, wild, untouchable woman had me tied up, undone, and begging for more—
and I’d let her do it again a thousand times over.
Amber’s body trembled against mine as she unfastened the belt. My wrists came free, skin marked red, but I didn’t even feel it. All I felt was her. I dragged her back into my arms, kissing her like I was afraid she might slip away if I gave her a second’s space.
The words tore out of me, rough and unguarded. “I loved that, baby. I fucking love you, Amber.”
Fuck, I'm an idiot.
The second they left my mouth, I saw it.
Her whole body went stiff. Her eyes snapped to mine, wide and frightened, her breath catching like she’d been cornered.
“I can’t,” she blurted, shaking her head, panic rising in her voice. “Dean, I can’t… I said that before, I gave those words away and they broke me. He twisted them until they cut me to pieces. He made me feel worthless, like nothing I gave was enough. I can’t go back to that. I cannot give them again, not when I know how much it hurts to lose everything after.”
Her voice cracked and my heart felt like it had been split open with an axe.
