her butt cheeks moved and, in three powerful strides, he’d yanked her from the floor, his straining erection smashing her spread folds as she gripped his hips with her thighs.
The room blurred around her and, before she knew what he’d done, before she could react, he’d thrown her on the bed, crushing her to the mattress with a speed both frightening and thrilling, grabbing her hands and yanking her arms above her head. She bucked beneath him, trying to dislodge his weight, but each wild thrash only furthered the contact of their bodies.
Oh, God. What am I doing ?
She writhed on the mattress, the pressing heat of his cock between her legs fuelling the denied want in her being. She had to get him off. Before she submitted to—
A soft click shattered the air. A soft metal click she knew almost as well as her own voice. Her cuffs.
“I have you, Minette sexy.”
She twisted her head, staring up at her wrists. Both were encircled with steel on either side of the bedhead’s corner post. He’d cuffed her. To the bed. “You bastard.”
He stared down at her. “It is not the first time I have been called such, cheri .” And with that, he dragged his hands down the length of her extended arms and took possession of her breasts. “Especially by you.”
Katrina froze. Had she really heard that? That softest of soft utterance forming words she understood but didn’t comprehend? She looked up into his face, this man she knew but didn’t know. Black eyes looked back at her, unreadable, closed to her but burning with an emotion she almost recognised. “Tell me,” she whispered. Tell me how I know you …
Those black eyes narrowed. “I won the bet, ma cher .” His fingers found her nipples, circling each areola with teasing strokes, as if charting the tiny lumps and bumps of her desire. “There are no answers for you here.” And slowly, slowly, his breath feathering her flesh like warm mist, he lowered his head and took her left nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, God.” Katrina arched beneath him, wanting to be devoured. His teeth and tongue worked the puckered tip in his mouth, drew on it deeply. She cried out again, the wicked sensations his suckling awoke in her both appalling and intoxicating. She planted her feet on either side of his thighs and shoved her hips up, wanting him to feel the sodden world of her sex.
A growl sounded in his throat at the action, and the suckling on her breast became brutal, his hands raking up and down her ribcage in torrid caresses that left her flesh stinging and her pulse pounding. As if frantic, as though one second deprived of skin-to-skin contact would end his life, he dragged his mouth from her nipple and claimed the other, squeezing and mauling her breasts with increasing frenzy as he did so. His cock ground against her sex, growing harder with each second. Katrina’s rapture-fogged brain marvelled at its contained size. It felt huge. Even trapped by the material of his trousers. What would it be like released? Free? To bury into her centre, owning her, possessing her in a way so deep and elemental she wouldn’t be able to breath?
Her sex gushed with cream at the thought. And with it came another almost suffocating sense of doing this all before… these very thoughts, these very carnal reactions.
Flynn …
The name flittered through her head, and with it came the mocking hazel-green eyes, the self-deprecating, sardonic grin. This man consuming her now was nothing like Flynn Marsters. Nothing and yet everything…
She had to know. Before she went insane. “Please.” she called out.
The mouth on her breast jerked free with an audible pop and suddenly he towered over her, kneeling between her spread thighs, black eyes blazing. “Please what?”
“Please tell me how I know you.”
“Will not knowing stop you from coming?”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and he nodded at her unspoken answer. “It is a dangerous game you have played, is it not, Katrina O’Lauchlan?
The room blurred around her and, before she knew what he’d done, before she could react, he’d thrown her on the bed, crushing her to the mattress with a speed both frightening and thrilling, grabbing her hands and yanking her arms above her head. She bucked beneath him, trying to dislodge his weight, but each wild thrash only furthered the contact of their bodies.
Oh, God. What am I doing ?
She writhed on the mattress, the pressing heat of his cock between her legs fuelling the denied want in her being. She had to get him off. Before she submitted to—
A soft click shattered the air. A soft metal click she knew almost as well as her own voice. Her cuffs.
“I have you, Minette sexy.”
She twisted her head, staring up at her wrists. Both were encircled with steel on either side of the bedhead’s corner post. He’d cuffed her. To the bed. “You bastard.”
He stared down at her. “It is not the first time I have been called such, cheri .” And with that, he dragged his hands down the length of her extended arms and took possession of her breasts. “Especially by you.”
Katrina froze. Had she really heard that? That softest of soft utterance forming words she understood but didn’t comprehend? She looked up into his face, this man she knew but didn’t know. Black eyes looked back at her, unreadable, closed to her but burning with an emotion she almost recognised. “Tell me,” she whispered. Tell me how I know you …
Those black eyes narrowed. “I won the bet, ma cher .” His fingers found her nipples, circling each areola with teasing strokes, as if charting the tiny lumps and bumps of her desire. “There are no answers for you here.” And slowly, slowly, his breath feathering her flesh like warm mist, he lowered his head and took her left nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, God.” Katrina arched beneath him, wanting to be devoured. His teeth and tongue worked the puckered tip in his mouth, drew on it deeply. She cried out again, the wicked sensations his suckling awoke in her both appalling and intoxicating. She planted her feet on either side of his thighs and shoved her hips up, wanting him to feel the sodden world of her sex.
A growl sounded in his throat at the action, and the suckling on her breast became brutal, his hands raking up and down her ribcage in torrid caresses that left her flesh stinging and her pulse pounding. As if frantic, as though one second deprived of skin-to-skin contact would end his life, he dragged his mouth from her nipple and claimed the other, squeezing and mauling her breasts with increasing frenzy as he did so. His cock ground against her sex, growing harder with each second. Katrina’s rapture-fogged brain marvelled at its contained size. It felt huge. Even trapped by the material of his trousers. What would it be like released? Free? To bury into her centre, owning her, possessing her in a way so deep and elemental she wouldn’t be able to breath?
Her sex gushed with cream at the thought. And with it came another almost suffocating sense of doing this all before… these very thoughts, these very carnal reactions.
Flynn …
The name flittered through her head, and with it came the mocking hazel-green eyes, the self-deprecating, sardonic grin. This man consuming her now was nothing like Flynn Marsters. Nothing and yet everything…
She had to know. Before she went insane. “Please.” she called out.
The mouth on her breast jerked free with an audible pop and suddenly he towered over her, kneeling between her spread thighs, black eyes blazing. “Please what?”
“Please tell me how I know you.”
“Will not knowing stop you from coming?”
She sucked in a sharp breath, and he nodded at her unspoken answer. “It is a dangerous game you have played, is it not, Katrina O’Lauchlan?
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