Page 119 of Surrendering Hope (The Hope Legacy)

“For what?”

“Dressing like sin personified, dancing like a seductress in front of other men, making me want you so much it hurts. I warned you when you first came to my bed that you would be mine.”

“Emi dressed me, I can’t help the way I dance, and the last one sounds like your problem, not mine. Finally, I never declared I wasn’t yours, so don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Such a smart mouth, I wonder how much you would complain if it was full.”

My lips tilt in a wicked smile. “I don’t know, why don’t you try?”

His hands part my thighs wider and slide under my panties, they pull tighter as he cups my ass. He sucks on me through the lace. Can you die from orgasm denial? I was googling the shit out of that later.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I grumble.

He sucks harder, making my thighs tremble. I’m so freaking close. If he would remove that barrier, I would fall apart in seconds.

“I enjoy having you at my mercy, it’s a small taste of how you make me feel.”

“You like tying me up.”

The tie loosens and falls away. I look to find the most glorious male I have ever seen between my thighs. He grins at me. “It’s intoxicating to have the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known put her trust in me, allowing me to dominate her pleasure when she is a badass warrior.”

He tugs my body towards his mouth, his blazing eyes locking with mine as he licks, nips and sucks my core. Drawing back every time I’m right on the edge.

“Beg me for it,” he growls.

“Never,” I whisper, clenching my thighs.

He chuckles. “I haven’t punished you enough.”

Something glistening appears in his hand. He places it between his teeth, a wicked glint in his eyes. When the cold hits my heated flesh, I almost jump off the bed. The contrast makes everything contract and tighten. He groans at my reaction. I tremble as pleasure and pain blur. My head falls back as he pulls my panties to one side and slides the ice deep inside me. I choke on air, the sensations muddling my brain.

“Archan,” I whisper.

“Beg,” he murmurs, placing a kiss against my thigh. I shake my head as another block of ice sweeps up and down before joining the other. He uses his mouth to heat every part of me to boiling point. Black dots dance in my vision, my body warning me I won’t take much more. Water and arousal drip down my legs. He switches to ice, pushing more inside my core. My heart beats hard and fast, my lips pursed in the beginnings of prayer. It’s a battle of wills I know I’ll enjoy losing. He sits up so I’m straddling his lap, I can’t find purchase to rub against him. His mouth descends on my breast, drawing it tight into his heated mouth, his eyes watching me like a predator. He peels the corset down and slips ice onto my nipple, locking it in place with the corset. He repeats this with the other breast, my body shivering and sweating at the same time.

“I need you,” I mumble against his lips as he kisses me senseless. A wicked smirk pulls his lips to one side.

“That’s not begging, do better.”

Honeyed heat caresses the curve of my breasts, creating a contrast of sensations that makes me tremble. Surely he can’t hold out much longer. His hands hook into my panties at my hips and he pulls them down. Now we’re talking. He gathers my wetness and caresses my core, skimming the bundle of nerves that is going to explode. I grit my teeth and stop the words escaping my lips. Every part of me heats until I’m panting. He makes a show of making a longer piece of ice appear in his hand. I glare at him in warning. He shakes his head.

“There is no shame in begging for release, Natia. You are strong, but to trust me you have to give in to me. Not just words, you have to give me your heart, body and soul.”

I squirm as he rubs the ice back and forth along my sensitive flesh, skimming the bundle of nerves in long, slow strokes. Another ice cube appears in his other hand, leaning forward, he envelops my left breast with his heated mouth, whilst he rubs the other with ice. The ice below sweeps further and he pushes it into my ass. I jerk at the intrusion and my breath hitches; it doesn’t hurt, it’s just so… naughty. Every single nerve in my body curls tight, my muscles coil in anticipation, the wave of utter pleasure paused above me. “Archan, please.”

He pulls away from my breast with a satisfied grin and descends on my mouth. The kiss is feral, brutal, and soul melting. He grips my hips, pulls me towards him and thrusts forward. I’m aware of screaming in the room as my heart thunders in my chest and every molecule in my body explodes in bright white pleasure.

“Fuck, you have the best dirty little scream,” he rumbles as he releases my bound hands. They collapse around his neck. He wraps his hand in my hair and gives it a firm tug, the sting making me moan louder, as another wave of pleasure rolls through my body. He rolls me over, covering my body with his and pumps into me in a frantic rhythm, losing himself to my body.

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Minutes or maybe hours later, we lay tangled in the sheets of his bed. I throw my leg over his thighs and wrap myself around him. Koalas have nothing on me. His hand traces patterns over my leg. What I would give for this to be my life with him. Lazing around in bed after pushing each other for hours.

“You’re dangerous,” he mutters against my hair.

I snort a laugh. “You live for it.”

“You make me feel.”

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