Page 57 of Bound

Yet.

The word pulses through my pussy.

He presses a kiss beneath my ear. “You are doing beautifully.”

I breathe and he waits. Then guides the plug forward with excruciating patience. Pressure becomes fullness. Fullness becomes a strange, intimate ache.

My fingers clutch the sheet.

“Yellow?” he asks immediately.

I shake my head.

“Words.”

“No. Green. It’s just…” I breathe through it. “You know.”

“Yes.”

The plug eases in another fraction. My body resists. Then gives.

The sensation steals a small sound from me. Lucian goes very still behind me.

“You like that,” he says.

Wicked, wicked man.

I close my eyes. “Don’t sound so smug.”

“I am behaving with extraordinary restraint.”

“You are absolutely not.”

His mouth brushes my shoulder. “Breathe.”

I do.

This time, when he guides the plug deeper, my body accepts it.

Slowly. Carefully. Until the widest part passes and the plug settles into place with a strange, shocking finality.

I gasp. Not pain. Not exactly pleasure either.

Awareness.

A secret held inside me.

Lucian’s hand smooths over my hip. “Color.”

My voice comes out breathless. “Green.”

His forehead rests against the back of my shoulder.

For a moment, he does not move.

Neither do I. I feel full. Exposed. Claimed in a way that is not exactly ownership. More like a secret between us.

“How does it feel?” he asks.