Page 139 of Tease Me (Dark Odyssey 1)

I moan and prep for another wild orgasm.

I can’t think. I don’t know who could.

Pleasure builds and it comes and it’s all I know. Scandalous and powerful.

His relentless thrusts are so wild it brings out something primal in me too and I want to fuck him just as much as he fucks me.

The rawness of my needs come out in full force and my body starts moving against him too. The chains on my wrists become painful, but I don’t care.

He likes it.

He loves it.

The blue silver of his eyes turn to a molten heat watching me come undone beneath him.

It’s like I’ve gone fucking crazy and I can’t stop. The climax that takes me has me screaming. I throw my head back and scream, feeling drained

“Oh fuck,” I cry.

I can’t catch my breath. I just can’t and I gasp as I try. He slows and I realize he didn’t climax with me. I’m not sure how.

He pulls out of me, his cock coated with my cream and I see he’s still erect and looks like he’s not done with me yet.

He chuckles deep and low when he sees me watching, then lowers to plant a kiss on my lips.

“You okay baby?”

“I… am. I’m okay.”

“Red yet, Angel Doll?” He’s actually asking me if I want more. My body takes control and my head shakes even before my brain can process the question.

I want more. More.

He wants me to want more. Everything. I haven’t gone over the edge yet and I want to.

“I want more Nick.”

Sliding off the bed again he stands and moves over to the closet. My eyes land on his ass and I take in how perfect he is. My mouth waters at the sight of his rock hard muscles and his thick cock.

He makes his way into the walk in closet and emerges with another bag. This one is velvet. Purple. It’s one of those drawstring bags.

Nick pulls it open and takes out a black silk cloth. He comes back to me, sets the bag on the nightstand and smiles.

It’s a blindfold. My nerves spike.

Lord, I’d only ever heard of things like this. And I had Chloe. She’d told me stuff, but never delved into details because she knows how squeamish I am.

Look at me now.

“You trust me,” he reminded.

“I trust you,” I confirm and he wraps the blindfold around my forehead.

I can't see anything, but I sense him. I feel him near me. It’s not like the mask.

Not at all. The exhilaration of the unknown heightens my other senses.

I’m listening to his steady breath and feeling his fingers flutter over my skin.

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