Page 136 of Seducing Hope (The Hope Legacy)

“I’m yours.”

Something wild flashes across his eyes as he walks me backward, and I jump as my thighs hit the mattress. He retrieves a wide, black silk ribbon from a drawer next to the bed. My breath comes faster.

“Close your eyes, Natia.”

I stare at the ribbon and nibble my lip.

He grips my chin with his fingers and forces me to look at him. “Do you need oblivion?”

“Yes.”

“Then close your eyes and trust me.”

My eyes close as the silk presses over my skin; he knots it at the back of my head. I lift my hands to it, but he pulls them away and kisses my fingertips. “Trust me.”

Picking me up, he tosses me onto the center of the bed, making me yelp in surprise. I become disoriented by the sound of fabric hitting the floor then footsteps, first to my left, then to my right. The bed dips at my feet, and he kisses, licks, and nibbles his way up my legs. “You’ve been reading my journal again,” I mutter.

“I read it once—I have a good memory. And I promised to make your fantasies come true. We can take the elevator to my office tomorrow.”

Hot breath plays across the inside of my thigh, making me shiver, my body sensitized to the slightest touch. I’m burning from the inside out, and the pulse in my center increases, crying for attention.

This slow torture is heaven and hell. I run my hands through his hair and tug, trying to pull him up my body. Grasping my hands in one of his, he holds them on my stomach. With the other, he pushes a finger into my wet pussy. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, lifting my ass off the bed, then I push down to force him deeper. He doesn’t move. I growl, and he chuckles. Pinning one thigh open with his shoulder, he moves his finger in a deliberate, slow rhythm. His thumb rubs circles over my clit at the same lazy pace.

“Faster,” I demand, surprised at my own confidence. Lips curl against my thigh, but he doesn’t change speed. He kisses and nibbles the sensitive flesh on my inner thigh, hard enough to zap bliss straight to my center. My stomach clenches, and my free thigh wraps around his head.

“I’m close,” I murmur, writhing on the bed. I wind tighter and tighter, feeling myself near the precipice, then he withdraws his finger. I’m about to curse him, when flips me onto my stomach and recaptures my hands at the bottom of my spine. I throw my head back as he plunges two fingers inside me. My wetness coats them, and I wiggle, trying to get him to move faster.

“Gods, Natia, be still. It is hard enough resisting being inside of you,” he rasps.

“Then stop resisting!” I snap.

He straddles my calves and lets his weight push me down, his hard length lying against my ass. “No.”

“Why the hell not?”

“You need to let go.”

“I’m happy to let go, I just need you inside me.”

“Someone recently told me patience is a virtue.”

“That someone wasn’t going to strangle you at the time!”

Keeping hold of my hands, he kisses up my spine. His fingers pick up speed as my slickness coats my thighs. He takes me to the edge again and stops. I bury my face into the soft sheets and scream.

Silk slides against my wrists, and I immediately stiffen.

Archan feels my body go still and rubs my back softly. “It’s not tight enough to hold you,” he reassures me. “I’ll take care of you—I promise.”

My breathing slows, and I pull at the silk, finding it loose enough that I could easily slip out of it. Trusting him, I nod in silent agreement.

He rolls me onto my back with my arms behind me, making my back arch, and takes my mouth in a bruising, brutal kiss, the promise of no mercy evident.

“Let me see you,” I breathe.

“Not yet… You’re not ready,” he replies in a husky voice.

I roll my eyes, not that he can see.

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