Page 219 of Intense
“Stephanie.” His voice carries a warning.
“Morning, hubby,” I chirp, pulling the blanket back and swinging one leg over him.
He stretches, arms folding lazily above his head, and lets them rest there. Perfect.
I shift higher up his body, straddling his chest.
“What are you doing?” His voice is full of hunger.
“Fucking some sense into my husband.”
I grab one of his wrists, tying it to the headboard with a neat, hard knot.
“I really, really wouldn’t do this if I were you, love,” he warns.
I grin down at him, nudging my pussy against his chin.
“Oh, yeah?”
I fasten his other wrist. His words are saying one thing, yet he’s not fighting back against what I’m doing.
“Yeah. Really. Whatever you think this will achieve, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m not a man you tie up without consequence.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the promise in his tone.
“You don’t like me being in charge?”
I roll my hips, dragging my aching pussy across his mouth. His groan rumbles against me.
“No matter what you do, you’ll never be in charge. Not really. And we both know that isn’t what you need, really.”
I nod with a teasing grin.
“So… you don’t want your breakfast now?”
I lift myself, hovering just above him.
“Stephanie.” His growl sends sparks through me.
“That’s a shame. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Didn’t they teach you that in med school in Dublin, Finn?”
I lower slightly, just enough for his nose to brush against me, then pull back. Sliding my hand into my red lace panties, I spread my legs a little wider so he can see what he’s missing.
“Just think—if I come to London with you, I can provide relief whenever you need it. Stress relief. You can tie me up, bend me over, and fuck every frustration out on me. Or…” I moan softly, circling my clit. “You can leave me here. And I’ll come on every surface of this house without you. That would be a shame, wouldn’t it? Missing out on all of that. Missing out on me.”
His groan is feral, torn from his chest, and I smirk at him.
“I suppose you did get all my toys delivered. Nothing like reading a good book with one of those. Hmm. Maybe that will be fun.”
He yanks his hands against the restraints.
“All you have to do is agree to take me, Finn. Say the words, and I’ll sit on your face and let you taste what’s yours.”
“This is cruel, baby.” His breath is hot against my thigh.
“I know. But you love me this way.”
My heart stutters. He hasn’t said the words—not yet. But I feel them. And I know. I love this man.
