She’s so fucking gorgeous it actually hurts.
She takes me even deeper, until I’m growling her name, completely wrecked by her.
“Stand up,” I rasp. She rises, lips swollen, eyes dark. I pull off my necktie and loosen my collar. “Come here.”
I gently take her wrists and bind them with the tie. The coat hook on the back of the door creaks as I loop the makeshift restraint over it, guiding her arms up over her head. She doesn’t look away from me. Not even for a second.
I have no idea how I haven’t painted that beautiful dress already.
“Oliver,” she whimpers, already undone before I’ve even touched her.
I press a kiss just beneath her ear and feel her shudder. “You look unreal like this,” I admit against her skin. “So beautiful. So fucking mine.”
She nods, letting out a small whimper.
“Say it, Addison.”
“I’myours,” she gasps.
My hands smooth up her thighs, slow and reverent, and when I find thin lace between her legs, I push against it. She gasps as my hand slides up between her legs.
“You’re soaked for me,” I murmur, accent thick, voice guttural. “Been wanting this all night, yeah?”
“Oliver,” she moans softly, as my fingers slide in and out of her. I can see her wanting to reach for me, but the restraints hold her back. She fights them, and she loves them. And I love watching her unravel herself for me.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” I say, my voice hoarse.
She shakes her head immediately. “Don’t you dare.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Oh, god,” she moans, writhing and squirming in ecstasy.
“That’s my good girl,” I groan, my dick fucking throbbing with longing. “Take everything from me. It’s all yours.”
I stare at her—my beautiful, brilliant girl bound to my hotel door—and I swear I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.
“You might be tied up, but you’re the one in control here,” I say, voice low. “What do you want, Addison?”
“I… want… you,” she pants, gasping over each word.
Holy fucking shit, I could come just hearing her say that. This woman makes me fucking feral.
I quickly roll on a condom and thrust into her in one hard stroke.
“Fuck,” she cries into my neck.
“You want me?” I rasp, hips driving deep.
“Yes,” she moans.
“You’ve got all of me. Every fucking inch.”
My eyes darken, and then I’m ramming in and out of her against the door. Every shift of her hips, every shaky breath she takes is like fuel to me. It’s like she’s set me on fire from the inside out. She instinctively wraps her legs around me, pulling me in even deeper.
“Look,” I rasp out, tilting her chin toward the mirror mounted on the wall. Her eyes meet mine in the reflection, and the sight of her like that nearly undoes me. “Look at what’s real, Addie,” I whisper against her skin.
Her mouth parts in a cry as I drive into her harder, hips slamming against hers.
