Page 181 of Those Who Are Bound

Elliott

“Yes.”

Because she had been robbed of him weeks ago. Because hewashere. Because she needed him, needed this to move on, to give them both this moment. It would soothe him, heal a part of her, give them a memory to look back on.

Right?

Maybe her fall in the shower had been intentional. With Lucy and Killion out of reach, Jonah was her only go-to.

And now he was here. In her bed. Where she’d possibly manipulated him.

“Your foot.” He glanced down the covers toward her legs.

She asked, “Have you ever fucked a woman in an Aircast before?” Because the way they fucked, she’d probably need to put it on to keep from breaking it again, although it would be a fun story to tell at the hospital. The image of telling a nurse, “Well, this is the man I hurt myself riding on,” and it turning into a social media post strangely amused her.

“Or,” he said devilishly, his hand curling around the sheets, “how about you just lie there quietly while I take care of you?”

Elliott shivered again as he drew the covers down, but it wasn’t from the cold this time, it was from delight. Her body was in flames, the stiffening of her nipples anticipatory instead of chilled. “I don’t know how realistic the ‘quietly’ part is,” she said huskily.

He grinned, hand pressing against her thigh. “Open for me.”

The tenor of his voice sent a shock wave through her.

His lips went to her collarbone, providing a small distraction as his hand dragged along her thigh, then danced across the manicured curls at the apex of her legs. She trembled. Her hips rolled toward him. She wanted his hand to keep going; she could feel the unbearable throbbing between her legs. She knew he could relieve it—wanted him to—needed him to relieve the pressure building. The absolute erotic sensation of having him part her legs… this man…

He slipped his calloused palm between her thighs and gave another gentle pull that she didn’t resist, just enough to move his hand upward, up toward that terrible ache. Slowly, his tongue touched hers as his fingers skated over her clit.Her breath was lost to her; her entire being concentrated on one area—that one spot between her legs he was controlling, sending wave after wave of indescribable sensation through her that at once made her feel like she was dying and flying. She grasped at the covers beneath her as she lifted herself against his hand, her knees falling aside, giving him as much access as he could want.

Shifting lower, he brutally captured a pointed peak, alternately biting and flicking with his tongue, eliciting a drawn-out moan from her; it was how he treated her clit. Her head fell to one side as she arched against him. He spread her legs further apart and he moved between them. Moving lower again, he replaced his finger with his mouth and sucked her clit roughly. She made a choking sound as she struggled for air; delighted. She wanted to plant her heels in the bed, to rise to him, but… foot. His moan of satisfaction against her prompted another one of her own as his voice reverberated through her, heightening the pleasure.

She rocked her hips beneath him. Her fingers found their way into his black hair, grasping, pulling. His tongue laved, licked, and flicked, leading her closer to the edge of that incredible dive she knew was even better.

Sheets of fire swept over her, her skin slick with perspiration as she tossed beneath him. He grasped her beneath her thighs and pulled her closer. “Oh, please,” she begged. “Please, please, please.”

She writhed. Her hands went from his hair to grasping the sheets or slapping the mattress, then back. She bucked. She winced as her leg jostled. But she kept begging for more.

He played with her, taking her to the edge and not letting her go over. He pinched her nipples, and she squealed with delight. He caressed her breasts, causing her to snake her body beneath him. And throughout, his name on her lips, “Jonah, Jonah… please, Jonah.”

She felt his grin against the flesh of her thigh. He kissed her there, biting, licking, causing her to protest the attention of his mouth elsewhere. When he returned to where she needed him most, she erupted. She stared at the ceiling, unseeing, blinded by ecstasy. Her body tensed against him, her legs shaking, as she arched up against him.

“Jonah…” She could barely form his name as she came apart in his mouth. And he greedily took her in, slipping his tongue inside her for more, thrusting, drawing out her orgasm. Her head tossed, her cries bordered on sobs, and when he thrust his fingers fiercely inside her, he earned another tensing followed by more panting and spasms of delight, her muscles tightening around his fingers. He groaned.

Still shaking, sucking in air, her chest rising and falling, she collapsed against the bedding. Removing his fingers from her, he licked them one by one, slowly, as he watched her.

Her heart stuttered as she stared at him.

He shifted upward, kissing her gently, her taste on his lips. With his tongue, he forced her mouth open, and she succumbed to the headiness of his kiss, easily submitting. Moving his mouth to her ear, he whispered, “This is how it should always be for us; how it always could be for us.”

Elliott shivered. Her whole body responded to his whispered words, and the heat fired up again between her legs as though he hadn’t just sated her hunger. This was so wrong, leading him on this way. On a hitched breath, she merely whispered back, “Jonah.”

He buried his face against her neck. He bit lightly, then kissed the flesh he’d scored. Raising his head, he looked into her eyes. “How are you feeling now, kitten?” He looked pleased with himself—he should be.

He grasped her breast, thumbing her nipple, drawing a sigh from her. “Better?”

“I’m everything and nothing.” It was true. If she thought about it too hard, she would ruin this perfect moment, and she didn’t want that. She wanted the perfection of him, his touch, how they made each other feel; she wanted the nothingness their cocoon provided.

Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he lowered his head for a slow, searching kiss. She watched him intently as her fingers gripped his biceps. When he deepened his kiss, she closed her eyes, allowing the cascades of rapture to overtake her, pushing all but the heady stimulation away.

His kisses turned aggressive, his fingers once again sliding into her, thrusting slowly, his palm massaging her clit. She wriggled and moved beneath his hand, following his movements to increase her pleasure, gasping and panting against his lips. “Wider.”

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