Page 51 of Bound By Temptation

“Yeah, baby.”

“Please,” she whispered, her eyes scorching me. She was on fire, just as I was, her hands going to my ass and squeezing hard.

“Feel me,” I returned and painstakingly slowly moved inside her.

“I feel you,” she returned back.

“No, Indie.” I stared into her eyes, wanting to dig into her soul. “Really feel me. Feel what’s happening here. Feel me. This right here, this is everything right after so much has been so wrong between us. You and me.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, and I hoped like fuck she was able to feel our connection. I leaned down and kissed her breathless, my hips thrusting in and out of her no longer gentle. No longer slow.

Over and over, I kept moving inside of her so fast the bed kept crashing to the wall. I didn’t give a fuck. I needed her. Wanted her.

Lifting up and peering down at her, her hooded eyes told me once again she was close.

And since I was ready for her, I was ready to blow myself. As soon as she let go, I followed, spilling deep inside her. My body twitched with each jet of my come as I filled her to the hilt.

I lifted her leg and rolled us to our sides, staying inside her.

Kissing her softly I said, “Sleep.”

“Ax, I can’t sleep with you inside me. Let alone want to. I need to clean up, and you need to go.”

My head shook. “No. Not tonight. I need inside you, having you surrounding me. I need you.”

Her eyes flared. “You’re not sleeping here. This was a goodbye fuck. It was not a get back together fuck.”

It was as if she were trying to erase what I just said, but I wasn’t letting her off. “I need you, Indie. Just as you need me. Tonight. Please give me this.”

Several moments passed before she let out a heaving breath and settled down.

“Everything has been wrong in my world since you left it. Call me selfish, but I have this moment, and I can’t release you. Not again,” I whispered to her as she drifted off.

Never again would I let this go. Connected as one, bound together from the beginning, she had always been mine.

18

INDIE

“Holy fucking shitballs!”I heard screamed in the distance. It took me a bit, but my mind finally cleared from the sleep haze. Looking over, my sister Meadow and mother Delilah stood at the door of my bedroom.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, blinking my eyes from the offending light.

“Oh, I don’t know … you have Ax fucking Monroe in your bed with his naked ass on display,” Meadow said, irritated.

“And what a beautiful ass it is,” said my mother in her calm voice. She was all about love and happiness. No doubt she’d be in bed with this man if she had the opportunity.

“Thanks,” Ax grumbled but didn’t bother to cover up.

Sitting up, I pulled the covers over my naked body. “Can you get out? I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Oh, you have some serious explaining to do,” my sister said on her heel, turning and leaving the room. Mom just stood there staring at Ax.

“Seriously, Mom. Stop staring at him and close the door behind you—please.”

She smiled wide then followed my sister.

Reaching over, I slapped Ax on the ass hard. “Get up and get dressed.”

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