Page 83 of Bloodstained Wings

“Who told you that you can speak?” Carter hisses into my ear. “I’m not done talking yet, dove. It seems like I still have a few lessons to teach you.”

He places a hand on my back and forces me to lean forward so my arms are braced against the mattress and my ass juts into the air. Then a finger darts between my wet folds, and he places the strange object there. Wave after wave of desire builds up within me. As soon as he removes his hand, my muscles clench, and I exhale.

I hear Carter licking his fingers, and it sends another jolt through me.

Carter shoves two fingers into my mouth and growls. “Taste yourself, dove. You taste even better than you did before.”

My tongue darts out to lick his fingers.

He pushes his fingers in further and makes another guttural sound in the back of his throat. Abruptly, he spins me around and frames my face in his hands, his grip a little too rough against my skin. “When I tell you that I’m not going to leave you and that I don’t want to be with another fucking woman, I expect you to believe me. Got it?”

My eyes widen, and I nod.

Carter’s eyes darken as he releases my face and pushes me down until I’m at eye level with his waist. He kicks his pants away so his erection springs free. “Let’s see you put that mouth to good use, dove.”

I lick my dry lips, and my mouth parts. Carter doesn’t wait for a response as he thrusts forward. I take him all the way in, so he’s at the back of my throat. My fingers itch to touch him, to soothe the turbulent emotions away, but I know I can’t.

Not in the way I want to.

Not yet.

First, Carter needs to assert his control, and I know that having me on my hands and knees in front of him, tied up on a whim, is what it’s going to take to make him feel better. I run my tongue over him, sucking and moaning as I do. Carter eases out and slams back into me, his deep growling making my entire skin erupt into goosebumps.

A part of me loves unhinged Carter, the kind who would fuck me just as wildly and passionately in the middle of a restaurant as he would in our bedroom. I cling to that thought as Carter winds his fingers through my hair and presses hard, sending little pinpricks of pain through my scalp. Suddenly, I feel something between my legs, and the device comes alive.

I falter and stop moving.

Carter’s grip returns to my head. “I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”

I shake my head and whimper.

The device between my legs sends little pulses through me, the kind to make my blood turn molten. Sweat forms on the back of my neck and slides in rivulets down my skin. I lower my bound hands and press down on them. Then I tilt my head back and look up at Carter’s enraptured face.

It’s the face of the man I love, and it is glorious.

Every last scarred and flawed inch of him.

He tilts his head forward, looking directly at me, and his eyes narrow slightly. Then he pulls me back up to my feet. When Carter presses his lips to mine, he kisses me so thoroughly and so savagely that it leaves a little bruise. With a growl, Carter spins me around and pushes me onto the bed. I fall, and he advances, pausing to tie my hands to the bed on either side of me.

Another thrill of anticipation races through me.

Carter’s eyes move steadily over my face while he spreads my legs open and ties them on either side of the posts. After he’s done, he gives them an experimental tug and climbs off the bed. He retrieves a remote off the ground and switches it off, causing the little vibrations between my legs to stop. A whimper falls from my lips before I can stop it.

I don’t recognize the expression on Carter’s face as he climbs back onto the bed and settles in between my legs. He positions himself at my entrance and looks down at me. “Tell me you won’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you, sir.” I gasp when he thrusts into me and places his hands on either side of my head. I wriggle, eager and desperate, wanting to touch any single part of him but unable to. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Carter eases and slams back into me this time, and the bed creaks underneath us. “Fuck, dove. Do you have any idea what you do to me? Or how ready I was to go to war for you?”

Tears prick the back of my eyes. “No, sir.”

Carter gives a few more thrusts, and his breathing grows labored. “You need to stay where I can see you, where I can feel you and touch you. Understand?”

I give him a tight nod.

Carter buries his face in the crook of my neck and lets out a wounded sound. I shift and try to draw him closer, but I’m completely at his mercy. All I can do is stay there while he pumps in and out of me at a fierce and animal-like pace, like he’s trying to outrun something. The force of my orgasm rips through me, leaving me panting and gasping for breath.

I lift my hips off the mattress, and Carter slaps my ass with his bare hand, sending another jolt through me. When I lower myself back onto the bed, I pant, and spots dance in my field of vision. Carter shifts and moves down so he’s at eye level with my dripping wet sex.

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