Page 124 of Bloodstained Wings

Carter wrenches his lips away and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses over my jaw and down my neck. His mouth, that searing, hot, capable mouth of his, traces a path down the slope of my chest. He stops when he reaches my waist and looks up at me. I’m trembling by now, and I’ve got a thin sheen of sweat on my forehead.

None of it seems to matter.

All that matters is the man lowering himself onto the floor in front of me and spreading my legs apart. I fall backward onto the bed, the breath whooshing out of me. Carter pauses to hoist me up and tie my hands together. Wordlessly, he kneels back down in front of me and buries his head between my thighs. Slowly, he kisses a path along the inside of my thighs, driving me more and more crazy.

I think I might explode if I don’t feel his tongue between my wet folds. Or his hands playing with my breasts.

Every part of me aches for him and yearns for him in a way that still surprises me.

Carter’s hands move up, and he grips my hips. He rubs his head against my center, the days’ old stubble sending little pinpricks of desire through my veins. Then, his tongue darts out and licks a path down the center. I jolt, and my body lurches forward. Carter pinches my skin, and I sit up straighter, spots dancing in my field of vision.

His tongue darts sideways, lapping up my already gushing juices.

I swallow and try to keep my gaze fixed on him. “That feels so good, Carter.”

He makes a low noise and runs his tongue back and forth. Over and over, he brings me close to the edge of oblivion and stops. Finally, he reaches between us and pushes me so my back collides with the mattress. I’m staring up at the ceiling when Carter stops devouring me and stands up. His eyes stay on my face as he pushes his boxers down and reaches for one of his toys.

With a smirk, he places it between my wet folds and pulls me to my feet.

When he gives my ass a firm slap, dual waves of pain and pleasure ricochet through me. Carter kisses me again, and I melt against him. Without deepening the kiss, he spins me around so I’m on my hands and knees, my ass hanging in the air. His hands move to the front, and he does something to the device, so it comes to life.

It starts vibrating, and I almost collapse against the mattress.

The tiny device inside me sends little bursts of energy through me, so I press my lips together. Carter strokes my behind and rubs himself against me. I whimper and try to bridge the distance between us, but Carter is determined not to give me what I want.

He wants to drag this on for as long as possible.

And I want him to.

But I also want him inside of me, filling every inch of me, so I can’t tell where he begins and I end.

In one quick move, Carter pulls the toy out, thrusts inside me, and groans. “Fuck, how are you always so tight, dove?”

I grind against him and gasp. “You’re so big, Carter. And you feel so good.”

Carter’s hands dart between us, and he pinches my nipples between his fingers. He thrusts in and out of me at an even pace while continuing to roll them between his fingers. I’m panting and sweating. I call out his name when Carter slams into me again. This time, he holds himself absolutely still as he fills me to the hilt.

I wriggle, but he slaps my ass hard.

I know it’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t care. I want him to mark me, to leave an imprint of himself on my skin.

A part of me wants the whole world to know what we have, how unshakeable it is.

As soon as the thought leaves my mind, Carter straightens his back and grips my waist. He keeps me in place while he thrusts in and out. I hear a low clicking sound, and the device inside me starts making low vibrating sounds. All my senses are invaded at once, and it takes everything I have not to collapse onto the mattress in a heap of pleasure.

I don’t even know how I’m holding myself upright.

With an exhale, I press my lips together and focus on the headboard.

The bed dips and creaks underneath us, and Carter strokes my back. My skin is flushed and eager and tingling, but Carter still won’t give me what I want. He is torturing me, one practiced and eased thrust at a time, and there isn’t a single thing I can do.

Except let him have his way with me.

My stomach does odd little somersaults when Carter brings his head to rest against my back. His mouth parts, and he presses kisses there, sending shivers racing through me. I tug on my restraints, but it’s no use.

Whatever Carter has planned, I’m going to have to follow his every order.

His every whim and desire.

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