“Oh god,” I hissed between my teeth, my chained-up hand gripping the bed frame so tight my knuckles shook as he filled me.
“That’s right sweetheart, I’m your god now and I’m going to fuck you into oblivion.” His hand covered mine, even as he pumped in shallow, teasing motions. “Say it, Miranda. Say my fucking name.” His words came out in a pained hiss.
My brain turned into a white fuzzy haze as all my senses were engulfed by pleasure. His words echoed around me even as I lost track of where I was. I was floating, flying higher and higher but not fast enough. I wanted more, I needed more.
“Do you want more, sweetheart? Say. My. Name.” The words were thick hot honey, pouring into my brain and turning my blood molten. My hips bucked, trying to get more.
“Say it,” his command came rougher this time as he pinched one of my nipples, giving me a white hot zap of pain and pleasure.
“Xander,” I keened and moaned. “Please, I need more.”
He immediately obeyed, his hips slamming into mine, shooting my breath up into my throat.
As we kissed, our bodies moved in a frenzy of passion, our lips and tongues exploring, our hands roaming, our bodies colliding again and again. He was my drug, and I couldn’t get enough.
Something inside me cracked, and it was like meeting a part of myself I’d tried to forget. I tensed around him, on the verge of breaking.
He stopped fucking me so abruptly, my head spun.
Hovering over me, still, and dripping with sweat, he smelled liked soap, fresh sea air, and sex. He was unreal. “Fucking say my name, Miranda. Say it and I’ll let you come, sweetheart.”
I closed my eyes and whimpered. “Xander.”
His next words came out through gritted teeth. “Beg me.”
I shook my head, keeping my eyes wrenched shut tight. No. I’d already moaned his name a third time, but I wouldn’t beg anyone.
“So we are back to that, are we?” he asked in a cold voice. “Fighting me while we fuck?”
He wasn’t wrong. I suddenly didn’t want to give him any more of me. It was all too much. I halted my orgasm, freezing it in place, trying to control myself.
“Fine,” he snarled. “I’ll fucking take it from you then.” With that, he resumed a punishing pace into me. “You’re my girl, and you know I’m completely and utterly yours. You feel that, sweetheart? That’s my name pushing its way back into your mouth.”
There was no sense or reality, just Xander’s words and cock filling me up until I felt it... his name. It tasted salty and delicious as it landed on my tongue. The harder he fucked me, the closer it moved toward my lips.
“Say it, Miranda. Say it, like you know you’re mine.”
My body seized as I fractured on Xander’s cock, his name wailing out of my mouth like a prayer.
I forced my heavy lids to lift and met his eyes which were stormy waves of cerulean blue. Sweat coated his skin, highlighting his ferocious intensity. Xander didn’t just fuck me, he claimed me from every cell inside and out.
His pace didn’t relent, overstimulating my over-sensitized body, rocking me into an acute spike of pain before I swung like a pendulum back into pleasure.
“It’s been too fucking long,” he rasped, face contorted in ecstasy so intense he seemed to be in agony. “Too fucking long. I can’t—not without—I need you, Miranda. You are fucking air. Fucking water. I want to drown in you.”
My responsibilities slipped away, my guarded nature dropped, and I met his thrusts as moans with senseless primal instincts. I was free, soaring, and surging with more power than I knew possible. Xander not only set me free, but he could handle all of me unleashed, just as I could handle him.
Then his powerful hands flipped me, pulling me up and onto my knees. The handcuffs tightened on both of us, drawing him even closer as he slid into me from behind. I cried out as he penetrated deeper than should have been possible. He covered both of my hands on the bed frame as it creaked wildly, threatening to collapse under us. He covered my back with his flexing torso. There was no one in the world but us.
“Xander.” His name came out in a half-choked sob this time. I felt complete, alive, in a way no one else could make me feel—not even myself. Even though he was here, as close as hecould get, I missed him so fiercely my insides threatened to blow apart. Whether the feeling of missing him was from before or in anticipation of him leaving my body, I couldn’t tell.
His lips kissed gently along my spine even as his cock speared me deeper. My pleasure dripped down my thighs, and over his balls that smacked into me, causing a secondary jolt of pleasure.
“That’s four, sweetheart,” came his husky whisper in my ear. “Give me one more.”
I shook my head, not even sure what I was trying to deny any more when he made my body sing and break so completely, but it was my nature to fight. It’s who I was.
His hand slipped down, and two fingers pushed onto my clit with a firm grinding motion as if it were my own hand that knew exactly where to touch.
