Page 117 of Rockstars, Babies & Happily Ever Afters: Vol. 1

At first, she didn’t know what he was asking. Then she realized from the tension of his fingers around her wrists.

He wanted to tie her up.

Well, not exactly. The strand of pearls was long, and he’d be able to loop them around her wrists a couple of times. Still, her movements would barely be restricted. But the symbolism…

Her ribs cramped and she lowered her head, struggling to breathe. He’d asked for trust earlier. How could she trust him with her body when she’d yet to trust him with her heart? There were so many things they needed to talk about, to lay to rest. One way or another.

Maybe that was the actual meaning behind trust. She had to give him enough to tell him what had happened. What she’d seen, and why she’d panicked. And when the day came that she could actually get the words out, to listen to what he had to say. She had to have faith that he would give her the truth if she looked him in the eye and justasked, no matter how much it hurt.

Faith seemed to be her Christmas miracle, because she was naked before him, and at this moment, she had it more than she’d ever had before.

“Yes.” The word burst from her lips as she stretched out her arms behind her in offering. Trusting he’d be careful, that he would never push her somewhere she wasn’t ready to go.

In time, perhaps she’d be able to give him a chance with everything else.

His exhalation stirred the damp hair at the nape of her neck. He looped the strand of pearls around her wrists, keeping them loose, but tight enough he could draw her back against him with a rough pull that cinched the pearls at her throat. The pressure was slight, just enough to remind her he was calling the shots, here if nowhere else.

Thisshe could offer him. Oh so willingly.

“In my purse.” Her lips felt swollen, and talking hurt her throat. Not from the pearls, but from how much they meant. “I have one condom left.”

She expected him to say something funny. That was what he did. Dismiss through humor. Laugh—and even fight—through pain. But all he did was kiss the back of her neck, leaving her to absorb the vibration from his lips even after he’d moved away to sift through her bag.

By the time he returned, she was quaking for him. Strung up and on the verge of something more powerful than she felt ready to experience. The heat at her front was no match for the inferno of him at her back. He was scorching her, his body heavy and hard as it pressed to hers. His latex-covered cock nudged her bound hands before he lined it up with the cleft between her legs, taking no time to taunt or torment. He was all about the goal now, sliding inside her and making her his.

As if there had ever been any doubt.

She bit her lip on a moan, swallowing the sound before it could escape. He was already turning her toward the sofa, his cock embedded so deeply inside of her that she could feel him pulsing in time with her every heartbeat. His hands were gentle and firm as they guided her torso onto the wide, plush arm of the couch. Fear made her jolt, but he didn’t let her go. Not having her hands to brace herself as he pushed her down was daunting. Almost as daunting as the intimidating weight of him against her spine as he drew out and then shoved back in, kicking her legs apart as he did so. Making room where there was none before. Simply taking over, because she’d given him permission and she wanted it as much as he did.

More. Even more. God, she’d yearned to be owned like this, though she’d never had the words to explain her longing. To be filled and taken over until her lines blurred with his, and everything that made her who she was only became stronger, more intense. Because he was with her, and together, they were unstoppable.

She shuddered over the first peak, and sobbed into the arm of the sofa with her second. She couldn’t take in enough oxygen. Her body twisted under his, and her hands flexed, desperate to be free from their confines. But he ruled her with his fingers on her wrists and his cock and his mouth, whispering the kind of things in her ear that made her excitement intensify to the point of pain.

“That’s it, baby. Twist that tight pussy. Don’t hold back. I want to feel you gush on me.”

She shut her eyes and bucked her hips and gave him everything. To do anything less would be an insult—to him, and to her. He’d helped set thisotherwoman inside of her free, and she’d never lock her in a box again.

Her clit throbbed and she ground against the arm of the couch and rocked back into his wild thrusts to try to stem the ache. But there was only pleasure layering over pleasure, so drugging and thick that when he hit that spot, so way down deep that her legs shook, she couldn’t gather the breath to scream. Something broke inside her, just gave way, and he groaned at the flood of her arousal coating his cock. She could feel it everywhere, smearing her thighs, saturating them both. But there was no embarrassment because he simply gripped the pearls at her wrists, drawing her back against him so that the necklace grew snug at her throat and lessened her air supply just a fraction, enough to make the pleasure that much darker and more concentrated.

Just…more.

His cock was her world, so rigid and thick, forcing her to accept all that he offered. All that heat and dominance and desire, so overwhelming that her head swam and pinpricks of light filled her vision.

If he fucked her into unconsciousness, she’d go happily. Die that way too.

Her orgasm went on and on for so long that she sagged to the arm of the couch while he continued to seek his own. She was barely aware of his shout of release, but she’d grown so sensitive that the flex of his hips as he rode out his climax unleashed a whole new round of spasms.

Whimpering, she bit the arm of the sofa, trying to make them stop. It was too much. She couldn’t take any more. Her body was one big pulsating nerve, and he’d used her all up.

Deliciously.

“Bed, Li.” His voice reached her through the haze and she strained toward it, already craving his closeness again though he’d never left.

She prayed he never would.

She didn’t argue when he scooped her up in his arms. The restraints around her wrists were gone, but the light pressure remained at her neck. She smiled against his throat. He didn’t take off her pearls.

Hers now. Just like he was.

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