Page 31 of Bind Me, Sir

I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to hold his tender stare, trying like hell to keep my heart hardened against the emotion in his eyes.

No falling. No falling.

One quick thrust bottomed him out, the head of him against my womb, and I gasped, my body arching beneath him. While I wasn’t a virgin, his size and the slight sting of being full of him made me believe otherwise.

“So tight,” he said as though through grit teeth, as I panted, eyes once more clenched shut. “Okay, love?”

I whimpered and nodded, hands fisting in the satin sheets.

Jordan slowly eased all the way out, the drag of him against my inner walls releasing a rush of arousal through me and causing an involuntary clench of muscles around his length. He groaned and slid back in with ease, the friction sending a wave of need through me. “Touch me, Natalie. Stay with me.”

The pleading in his voice angered me. He knew we both shouldn’t have taken things as far as we had, and while I’d hoped for nothing more, the intimacy of having our bodies bound to one another threatened the fate already laid out for my life.

He buried deep again and stilled as my mind warred. “Natalie,” he whispered.

I forced my eyes open to meet his. Brow furrowed, he cradled my face in his hands and kissed me.

My legs wrapped around his waist, my hands clutching at his back as he fucked in and out of me with slow strokes, fueling the fire glowing inside me. I breathed him deeply into my lungs, unable to keep from giving him every part of me.

He pulled back, planking onto his elbows, ensnaring my gaze. Our breaths sounded loud in the quiet church, the scent of roses, dripping candles, and sex washing over me, imprinting in my mind a memory I knew I would never forget as long as I lived.

Angling his hips brushed him against a torturous place deep inside me, and I gasped, my nails finding purchase in his back.

“Tell me what you need,” he murmured, his cheeks pink, his eyes a luminous sapphire in the dim light.

“You,” I whispered, and he captured my mouth, thrusting hard and deep inside me.

My climax rushed up through my legs, my back, around my belly, and exploded through my core with earth-shattering bliss. Breath lost, I bowed beneath him, the slick glide of his hardness through my clenching muscles so much more than I’d expected.

So much more.

“Natalie.” He breathed my name as though a prayer. One last thrust against my womb, and he groaned, twitching inside me, his body trembling atop mine.

Soft kisses peppered my lips, my cheeks, my closed eyelids, as my soaring soul slipped back to earth. Jordan’s hands in my hair held me immobile, and I gave myself over to the euphoria rushing through my blood.

Without a word, he climbed off the bed, leaving me chilled, but returned moments later with another warm towel to clean between my thighs. He offered me a cold bottle of water from somewhere I hadn’t noticed, and I sucked the entire thing down as he did the same with another.

With a heavy sigh, he climbed onto the bed and pulled the sheet atop us.

We snuggled side by side, both quiet, and I wondered at his ability to remain aloof, no trace of guilt or disappointment in his eyes over the limits he had chosen to cross.

“Sleepy?” he asked, soothing a hand down my back.

My body answered by way of yawning, and I lightly laughed as his dimples appeared. Heart aching, I touched my fingertips to his lips, and he kissed them softly.

“Sleep, love.”

Like a good little sub, I obeyed.

I woke to find Jordan had blown out the candles—leaving the electric one in the window on, but its light paled in the rising sun beyond the frosted glass pane. Rolling onto my back, I found Jordan sprawled on the other side of the bed, arm flung over his eyes, lips parted, and chest rising and falling slowly with sleep.

Although I loved the ache between my thighs and the memory of his lips on mine, I decided to take the opportunity to make things right before he woke. Leaving quietly would make for an easier escape than an awkward talk that would no doubt take place once he came to his senses with the light of day, realizing the effects of disregarding his hard limits.

I slid off the bed and crept around the church’s dim interior, avoiding looking at the altar. The crotch of my panties had dried stiff, and I grimaced while tugging them into place.

Jordan let out a sigh, and I froze, my heart in my throat and sundress over my head with one arm askew. He continue breathing heavily, and I quickly settled the stretchy fabric over my body, patting the pocket to make sure my cell had stayed put. Sandals in hand, I tiptoed toward the door.

I turned for one last look, one last eyeful to last me a lifetime. A sweet ache shot through my chest at his slumber, catching my breath. Nibbling on my lower lip, I considered doing as I’d done once before, needing to capture the moment forever. Seeing as how he slept unaware, I pulled my cell from my pocket.

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