He gave her a wry glance before he reached behind the pillows and the mattress and withdrew a strap that was fixed to the bed frame. “Do you really want to know?” he asked quietly as he gently moved her arms over her head, trying his damnedest to ignore the way the movement raised her round, thrusting breasts. The fullness of them in contrast with her narrow, finely made rib cage drove him nuts. He quickly attached her cuffs to the strap. She immediately pulled on her restraint, testing it.
He’d expect nothing less of her.
“You’ve tied me to this bed,” she said, not accusatorily, necessarily. If anything, she sounded a little stunned.
“I want you to hold still,” he said as he began to unbutton her shorts with grim determination.
“You want me to hold still while you do what?” she asked. He glanced up swiftly at the note of panic in her tone.
“While I take my fill,” he said simply. Her mouth fell open. “I’ll keep you safe, Alice. You have to trust me to do that. If I’m ever too forceful with you, just tell me to stop. Do you understand?”
She nodded slowly.
“Good,” he said, turning his attention to the task of peeling her shorts and underwear off her hips and long legs. The vision of the way she’d looked out there in the hallway—so disoriented and afraid—leapt into his mind’s eye.
You say you’ll keep her safe, but do you really have any idea what you’re doing?
His good friend and onetime mentor Sidney Gates had looked worried when Dylan had admitted—very briefly—that he and Alice had become intimate. That concerned expression had cut to the heart of him. Had Sidney been worried about Alice?
Or about him?
Everything was at stake. He couldn’t fail in this. He wouldn’t.
He stared down at Alice’s naked, bound body.
“Why are you so serious?” she whispered. He glanced up and saw the almost awed expression on her face.
“There’s nothing more serious than this.”
He slid his hands beneath her hips, his fingers delving into the firm flesh of her ass. He leaned down over her sex, tilting his head slightly, catching her heady scent in his nostrils. The impact of her fragrance was instantaneous. His cock lurched viciously. His mouth watered. He felt her sleek, toned muscles tense in his hands, and knew she was anticipating the moment as much as he was. He nuzzled the soft light auburn curls over her cleft. Her sex was still swollen and damp from their former lovemaking. He’d ridden her hard. She’d come just as hard. His cock ached at the mere memory.
He’d take her hard again. Soon. Very soon.
He kissed her labia, applying a firm, indirect pressure on her clit. She moaned shakily and shifted her hips.
“Hold still,” he demanded. He opened her thighs wider.
His tongue parted her folds in a firm, questing caress.
He was distantly gratified when he heard her ragged moan, but mostly, he was spellbound by his task. He laved her clit. Her abundant cream coated his tongue. She was exquisite. Intoxicated by her taste, he used one of his hands to part her labia. He circled and played with her nerve-packed flesh for a while, thoroughly enjoying her soft cries and helpless whimpers.
The need to feast overcame him. He refused to be denied. She couldn’t distract him with her touch, bound as she was, but she twisted her hips when her pleasure grew too intense. He opened one hand over her hip, holding her down onto the mattress. He stabbed at her clit with a stiffened tongue before he soothed her with a gliding caress, ruthless in extracting his due.
“Oh no. Oh yes. God, you’re killing me,” she moaned emphatically a moment later.
His eyelids opened heavily and his gaze flickered up to her face when her words registered in his lust-drunk brain.
Jesus.
She was so beautiful. Her naked torso had taken on a gleam from a light coat of perspiration. Her full breasts heaved as she panted, the nipples stiff from arousal. Her cheeks were vividly pink, her lips flushed and puffy. It beckoned him, her mouth. He longed to pierce it with tongue and cock.
Her dark eyes were wild.
Yes. This expression on her face was so much better than the fear he’d seen as she’d stood in that hallway minutes ago.
Her lower lip trembled as he inserted two thick fingers into her creamy pussy. He held her stare.
“Stop fighting it, beautiful. Give in,” he directed.