Unbind (21 page)

When silence was heard, I reached under his collar and relieved him of his shirt. “Better?”

“Oh yeah,” he grinned, one eyebrow cocked. “Gotta make it fair though.”

“Hmm, really?” I let my eyes and hands feast on the muscles of a man surely a heavyweight in the ring. His flesh rippled under my touch and I gazed at the flawlessness of strong shoulders and arms, coupled with such a narrow waist. I suckled his brown nipples and kissed a path to his throat.

The tear of lace alerted me to my new, vulnerable state as cool air caressed the scorching heat between my legs.

“Cai,” I ground out, gasping, exposed between a ripped gusset.

“I need that taste,” he growled. “Damn you smell fine.”

I laid back in sheets that smelled of him, unable to deny this man a second longer. I spread my thighs and watched while he admired me, my bush carefully prepared, just in case. I brushed my toes along his abdominals while he stroked my calves.

“Goddamned perfect,” he exclaimed.

My pleasure simmered, the edge taken off—a gentle passion reigniting the heat in my veins while he took his time to admire what was his. I lifted my arms above my head and took a deep breath when he pulled my wretched underwear all the way down my legs, the sopping garment hitting the floor with a slap when he threw it away.

He narrowed his eyes and let me know, “You belong to me. Say it.”

Lust rushed into me again. “I’m yours. I’ve been without for so long. I’m ready, I’m so ready for your love.”

His eyes darkened and he slipped down the edge of the bed, kneeling on the floor. “On all fours. Spread wide. I want to admire what’s mine.”

I rolled on all fours before him, aiming my tushy at his mouth. I pushed my face in the sheets and spread my knees wide.

“I love this big ass.” He slapped my buttocks and I gasped, drunk too well on desire to care I was in total submission. The sting was great, he had a thick, heavy hand.

“Again.”

His hand came down once more and I screamed. I hitched my ass just a little higher for him and that’s when his tongue thrust inside me.

The initial spasm, my reaction to his intrusion, subsided quickly. I tried to refocus on the sensation of having his mouth buried in my burning pussy, but when he gently tickled my clit with his finger, tears entered my eyes. “Cai!”

He worked his tongue up to my ass and rimmed the tight pucker, groaning, his hands sliding beneath my body to hold both breasts again.

I felt a trickle of moisture chase down my thigh and then the consequent rush of his tongue to catch the trailing tear of desire. He suckled my pussy harder, lapping up the spill, and I worked myself over his tongue until I came again, this time the pleasure centred right at my clit.

I felt so empty and wanton, I pulled away when he continued to lick through my slit. “No, Cai. I need you. Please. God, please. I need you, baby.”

I wanted to weep.

“Do I need anything?” he whispered.

“Not if you’re healthy. I have an implant.”

I heard the pull of his zip and one arm underneath my waist shifted me back up the bed a few inches. I was exhausted but maintained my position.

“
Bella dama, estoy contigo
.”

“Oh god, oh god,” I cried even though I didn’t understand a word. The fronts of his thighs hit the backs of mine and he held one hand on my hip. His slippery head kissed my wetness, prepared to enter me.

He kissed a trail down my back and reawakened me, “I want to pleasure you until you don’t remember.”

“I already—” I had my cry silenced by the impact of his length inside me. He thrust out and back in—I cried out then.

“You’re perfect, Chloe.” He groaned, pain blatant in his manifestations.

Two more thrusts, and he was deeper than any man. One more thrust, and I suffered the most achingly, inhibiting orgasm, my pelvis clutched around him like a vice. He had to stop moving until I relaxed again. While we waited, he pulled my back to his sweaty chest, breathing hoarsely in my ear.

“You’re mine.”

Tears rushed down my cheeks. “Cai, please don’t leave me again.”

I was begging, I was so damned. I covered my face with a hand, it was all too much. He pulled out from behind and helped me lie on my back. He watched my eyes carefully while he slid back inside, inch by torturous inch. He watched with fascination while he made love to me, his body so meant for mine. His kisses were tender suddenly and he made time for sweet union, planting his mouth on my throat, my arms. I swept my hands across his back, his beautiful arse, and cried as he continued to rock into my body.

“God, from the first day I knew… I couldn’t do casual with you, gorgeous. I couldn’t do it.”

“Promise me, don’t leave,” I begged, chewing his shoulder.

“Chloe, as if I could forget these amber eyes. My tigress’s eyes,” he purred, bussing his nose against mine, his hands tangled in my hair.

I held him closer, reassuring him, “It’s never been like this before.”

“I’m with you. I’ve always been with you. Say you’re mine.”

He pulled on my shoulders, my hips rising to meet his.

“You say it,” I growled.

He swiped my nipple into his mouth and growled, “Mine.”

“Yes. I’m yours,” I moaned and cried into his mouth.

I clutched his buttocks with the soles of my feet, banging him hard into me each time he fell deep. He was a snug fit, his girth sealing the emptiness inside me.

“You feel amazing, Chloe.” He drew almost all the way out and slid all the way back inside me, each movement tugging on the strings of my pleasure, strumming until I was no longer a creature of sense. He loosened and then tautened my resistance until I was almost begging for mercy.

I love you. I love you. I always loved you.

“I never let a man do me bareback before.”

“I… never rode bareback before,” he gasped, moaning as he plunged deeper. Always deeper, always my arousal climbing.

He brushed his nose against my nipple, a tingling heat rippling through my whole body from that one, loving touch. He used his elbows to lever himself and I saw his eyebrows meet in pain and yearning. He worked hard to stop himself coming.

“Chloe, beautiful, Chloe,” he groaned, his eyes pinched. He planted a little kiss on my top lip.

“Stay with me, Cai.”

He held my cheek and nodded, stupefied. “I’m so fucking sorry I left.”

“You’re forgiven.” My vision blurred, my body suffering in its need for one more release. My cheeks itched with heat, burning for him. Sweat had me stuck to the sheets.

Our eyes never left each other’s as he took control, slowing his pace to use everything I had, snaking his hips tight between mine. He watched for my signs and I rose to meet his every thrust, our hands twined tight at the sides of my head. He drew slowly in and out, bringing me ever closer to the most exquisite ecstasy.

I succumbed to all the sensations and emotions I was battling—need, vulnerability, passion, ecstasy. I let him and his beauty seep into every pore, every tendril of my tender being, and he swallowed me up. He pressed his soft lips to mine and whispered, “Come, come for me. I’m ready to know what heaven looks like.”

“Cai!” I gasped for air, my body prostrate, my climax rolling over the edge, beyond pleasure, pain.

We clung on, wrapped up tight together. He picked up the pace and my whole body arched and ground into his. I made noises that didn’t seem to be coming from me.

“Fuuuuck, Chloe! Fuuuuck!” His breath ragged, his length swelled inside me. My blood coursed faster when he moaned and bit my collarbone, the rapid beat in my groin sending me delirious.

His ejaculation exploded at the neck of my womb and that moment was mind blowing, the first time I let a man come inside me unhindered. Fire circumnavigated my insides, so pure and primitive, him spilling himself inside my body. He carried on slowly emptying, his groans at my ear fuelling my own explosion.

“Please don’t stop,” I groaned. “I
am
gonna come so fucking hard.”

I bit down hard on my lip, soaking up whatever dark look emanated from him. I sensed a soul cleansed, from our lovemaking. He was conflicted but kept thrusting inside me. My own climax transformed from a thunderbolt to a racing tremor clutching at me over and over again. There wasn’t a thing I could do to stop it, nor did I want it to end. I shook from head to toe, no longer in control, my cries loud and unashamed. My ankles locked to keep him buried deep inside, both hands on his arse too—no space between us.

“So… hard… so… hard!” I was a gibbering wreck until the blast hit my clit and the muscles wrapped around him contracted. I screamed his name, literally, screamed. I strained with everything I had to contain myself but I was shaking and trembling all over, pulling him deeper. I watched his cock still hammering into me, my pussy enveloping that thick column of muscle. He saw me watching and something in him snapped too.

He pinned me down and hard fucked me. Hard. Fucking. Fucked. Me. It was soul burning. Body bruising. Heart hammering. Mind altering. Deep connection.

The elusive happened. He came a second time alongside me and bit down hard on my earlobe, calling out for me to stop. I couldn’t. Given more time, I knew I could love this man deeply. All those months of yearning! I was dying for him to use me, take me—ruin me for all time.

The contractions spiralled out of control and I was lost, gone, dying that little death toward infinite oblivion. He obliterated me, thrusting a few more times, his body heaving impressively over mine. My lower back knotted uncomfortably and I gave in, taking one deep breath after another to get oxygen pumping round me, eventually allowing myself to flutter around his solid caress. Finally, I weakened and slumped, my body in awe of his.

“Ugh,” he grunted. “I love you, damn it.”

He fell on top of my numb, marshmallow body and I held him against my breast, my limbs wrapped around him.

“Oh, god, oh, god, hmmm. I love you. I love you, Cai.” My heart blistered its cage.

We caught our breaths and it was some time before either of us could move. He slowly slipped out of me and rolled me on my side.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight.” He wrapped me in his arms and legs. I was so drained, so bizarrely ensconced in love and confusion and a sense of something wrong that was right again. As my lids fell shut in the utter sanctuary of his body, a protective shell around mine, he mumbled, “Tigress, you don’t know how much I love you.”

I drifted away with his whispers and words of love at my back.

I WOKE IN his arms later that day, having slept the afternoon away, perhaps because of jetlag but mostly from the unbelievable peace I got from being with him. My head nestled on top of his warm chest, he held me tight to his body. When Cai realised I was waking, he pulled me closer, our limbs becoming even more entwined. I curled my hands around his shoulders and rubbed my nose in his short chest hair; some sense of certainty between us meant we didn’t require words, not anymore. He shifted my body so I lay more on top and he took handfuls of my buttocks, growling beneath me.

I stretched out over him and neither of us could suppress our smiles, gazing at the reality of finally—after all this time—being right where we wanted to be.

“You feel pretty pleased with yourself, don’t you?” I goaded him with a raised brow. “Snatching me from your gallery to bring me to your tower.”

“You feel pretty pleased with yourself, you mean.” He took my chin in his hand and brought my mouth to his, swirling his tongue around mine, making it clear he enjoyed me even though I probably had sleepy breath. “Upsetting my assistant… calling my concept a bunch of crap. I mean it’s not like you to say what you really mean.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and the bristle of his body against mine, the hardness between his thighs, made me blush furiously. I pinned his hands down by the sides of his head and buried my breasts in his face, my sole intent to suffocate him.

“Way to punish me… I hate this so much.”

I squealed when he caught a nipple between his teeth and we rocked the bed, play fighting for dominance. He got free of my grip and then I was imprisoned by his legs before he got his nails in my ribs.

I screamed, “You dare! You fucking dare!”

“Oh, I dare.” He had a great, big grin on his face.

He tickled me there until I fell on my back, begging for mercy. “No, no, no! STOP! I’m not ticklish!”

“Your feet aren’t at all ticklish, right?” His expression was wicked, an evil smirk curling the sides of his mouth.

“You dare.”

He got my feet but I kicked furiously, gasping for air. He was relentless and strong and eventually, I had to give in. Both arms flung over my eyes, I gave up. “I’m ticklish, I’m ticklish! Okay!”

He climbed over me, my arms still covering my eyes. He peeled them away and I was still catching my breath when he wrapped his arms beneath me and began kissing me, worshipping me.