Page 104 of Those Who Are Bound

Her entire body was on fire. She was transported; it wasn’t rope, but the pseudo sensation was intoxicating enough. She was vulnerable before him. Her fingers gripped the material as she answered, “You. I want you.”

“You got me.” He pushed his boxers down, lowering himself to her.He took his time in entering her, watching her as he slid in slowly. She shivered, tightened, eased his way with her body’s lubricant, welcoming him with heat and slickness. She moaned, her head tossed when he slid out as slowly. She panted at the perceived loss of him, a panicked sound until he pushed back in, a movement she tried to rush with a thrust.

Jonah lay between her legs and reached up, holding her arms down with the twist of material. “Look at me.”

Jaw tense, her entire body was unbelievably sensitive even beyond the excruciating pleasure he was creating. She was shaking, every nerve ending firing, the next sensation promising her the ultimate fulfillment. “Faster, Jonah, please.”

Without speeding up his pace, he kissed her, slowly, forcefully, calming her frenzied response.He ignored her request, asking, “Can you feel me?”

Looking up at him, she nodded, her fingers digging into the material. “Yes.”

He brushed his lips over hers. She was breathless; air rushed between her lips, the rapid rise of fall of her breasts beneath his chest as he continued to quiz her. “What do you feel?”

Elliott closed her eyes, arching her neck back as she rolled her hips forward to meet his measured thrust. After a broken hum escaped her, she tried to answer, “I feel you inside me, filling me… ah, god, Jonah.” Her legs quaked, and she lifted her head to seek comfort against his neck.

Kissing her ear, he asked, “How do you feel?”

She let him move within her a few more times before she answered honestly, “Like I never want this to end.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted against him. “I need you to make me come, but I don’t ever want this to end.”

Jonah released the material and brought his hands to her face, kissing her deeply, moving a little faster. “We don’t have to end.”

He held her gaze, watching her, increasing his pace bit by bit, paying attention to her body; her cues. When she fought to be rid of the shirt to hold him, he ripped it off her and tossed it aside.Her fingers dug into his waist as she made tiny cries. She writhed beneath him, burying her face against his neck, kissing him wildly. And then she came, calling his name, clinging tightly to him and shaking, sweat glistening on both of them. She held on longer than normal; it was more intense than before.

Jonah merely held her, kissing her temple, her ear, her neck. He didn’t appear eager to leave her body any more than she wanted him to leave her. “Hey, kitten.”

She offered a weary half laugh. “Damn, Jonah.”

He propped himself on an elbow and kissed her leisurely, running a hand over her abdomen. He smiled against her lips at her shiver. “You good?”

Running her hand over his arms, she nodded. “More than.”

He cupped her cheek. “I told you I was going to make love to you in the morning.” As her mouth gaped in shock, he kissed her again.

She shoved at his shoulder. “You tricked me?”

He chuckled.

She smacked his shoulder again, but she wasn’t upset. “Devious, Mr. Montgomery.”

Sobering, he said seriously, “It’s nothing to be afraid of, honey.”

Elliott’s heart flipped at the endearment. He’d given her a moniker, called her baby during sex, and now an endearment. The last two in just the past twelve hours. She asked quietly, “Jonah?”

“Yeah, Elliott?”

“Please tell me that you don’t have barrels of dead women buried in your backyard or carved up puppies in your deep freezer?”

He grinned. “That’s a really low bar, baby.”

She was pleased he remembered the first time she’d asked him that question, and how he’d responded. She continued, “Or maybe I want you to tell me that you do, because I’m beginning to really like you, and it’s scaring me, and it would be my excuse to run away.”

Looking intently at her, he said with utmost sincerity, not at all playful, the words more meaningful now than on their first date. His voice was heavy with emotion as he responded, “No such luck.” He grasped her messy bun and pulled her head toward his. “No fucking way, Elliott. You run; I chase. Got it?”

Elliott stared back at him for a startled moment, then laughed, pushing back at him. “Stalker, much?”

Jonah allowed her to move him, and he rolled to the side.

She gave him a cheeky look over her shoulder. “Someone owes me French toast.”

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