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Before I could respond, Kieran grabbed my forearm and forced my arms up, his mouth crashing down onto my own to swallow the surprised cry that ripped from my throat at the sudden movement.
His mouth moved against mine roughly, possessively . . . his teeth nipping my bottom lip just as his body began shaking.
“I trust you,” I breathed against the kiss. “I trust you.”
A growl rumbled deep in his chest as his other arm arced overhead to slam into the wall.
My eyes flew open and I looked up, a stunned breath punching from my chest when I did. There, sticking out of the wall between my hands, perfectly inserted in the chains, was a large knife.
Kieran released me to run his strong hands down my arms and over my body, the knife holding me in place on the balls of my feet. Forcing me to arch and stretch, and causing the most exhilarating pain when I moved certain ways.
Gripping my shirt, he pulled it up over my chest and shoulders, but left it covering my arms and face so all I could see were the chains and knife above me.
“Still trust me?” he asked when his hands went to my shorts.
I nodded quickly, my voice trembling when I answered, “Yes.”
My chest rose and fell with rough jerks as he rid me of my shorts and underwear. The heat inside me intensified and created an ache that I tried to appease by squeezing my thighs together.
“Good.”
A breath of a whimper tumbled from my lips, growing louder when he gripped my legs and pushed them apart.
And then there was nothing.
I stood there, aching and waiting on the balls of my feet for what felt like an eternity of the sweetest torture and purest agony. Half of me was begging for him to touch me while the other half was screaming to be able to see. To be able to get free.
I cried out and arched away from the wall when his tongue swiped against my aching clit. Another long lick sent a shudder ripping through my body.
His lean, muscled shoulders settled between my thighs, spreading me farther as his movements quickened and hardened, and he devoured me in a way I never knew was possible.
And, oh God, I didn’t want it to end.
And then he pressed a finger inside me . . . and then another.
My legs were wrapped around him as he tormented me with his fingers and tongue. It was rough and everything I needed, and not nearly enough. I was completely at his mercy . . . and I’d never felt more desired.
Being desired like this? By Kieran?
It was something that made me feel whole and alive rather than the crumbling feeling of disgust and being dead inside.
The heat in my body was nearly overwhelming as I shook and trembled against the wall—in part from what he was doing to me, in part from his own shaking. My toes curled against his back as he drove me closer and closer to that escape my body craved, my breaths becoming shallower.
“I’m . . . oh God. Kieran . . .”
My body tightened, and my head fell against the wall, a moan crawling up my throat when his fingers slid back to the crease of my butt. And this time I was ready for it. This time I was craving it. My breath hitched and my body exploded when he bit down on my clit and slid his finger inside that tight hole.
He pumped in and out slowly as my body shook against him, his tongue never ceasing his beautiful torture until my body was limp.
Slight aftershocks were still traveling through my body when he set my feet on the floor, and a whimper left me when I heard his zipper.
I didn’t know how much more I could handle.
But when his trembling hands roughly ran over my hips and down my thighs, my core tightened at the remembrance of what he’d just done to me with those hands.
I jerked against the wall when his forehead fell to mine, the unhurried shake of his head slight, but still noticeable. Like he was trying to talk himself out of this. Like he was still begging me to stop this.
He stepped between my legs, his thick erection pressed against me, forcing a moan from my chest when he rocked against me, sliding teasingly against me.
