Page 165 of Stranger to Love

My body was strung so tight I felt like a wire about to snap, vibrating with a cocktail of newfound love and agonising arousal. I managed a breathless, shaky smirk. "I thought... I thought you'd like that."

"I like everything about you tonight," Carrie muttered, her voice thick and dark. "But I like you best like this. Unwrapped."

I didn't even have time to process the look in her eyes before she moved. She didn't bother with a fucking slow preamble or gentle teasing; she dived between my legs with a desperate, starving intensity. When her tongue made firm, branding contact, the world behind my eyelids turned into a kaleidoscope of white light.

"Fuck, Carrie!" I gasped out, my back arching off the mattress as my legs fell open wider, surrendering every bit of territory to her.

She didn't slow down. Her hands gripped my thighs, her fingers digging into my skin to anchor me as she devoured me. It was a frantic, rhythmic assault that mirrored the confession we had just shared—honest, raw, and completely fucking overwhelming. Every muscle in my body was electrified, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs that matched the pace of her tongue.

The scent of the roses on the bed cloyed in the air, mixing with the salt of my skin and the heat of the woman currently worshipping me. I reached down, my fingers tangling in her hair, not to pull her away, but to hold her there, to ground myself as the first wave of a massive, bone-shaking climax started to build deep in my core.

"Don't stop," I sobbed out, my head thrashing against the pillows. "Carrie, please, don't you dare stop."

Carrie let out a low, deep groan against me, the vibration shuddering through my entire frame and making my toes curl into the mattress. As if that wasn't enough to fucking shatter me, she reached a hand up, her fingers expertly teasing my nipples, twisting just enough to send a direct electric current straight to my core.

It was devastatingly fast. My vision went white, and I gasped as the release hit me like a freight train, my body bucking as I coated her tongue. Carrie didn't pull away; she dived back in, drinking me in as the aftershocks rolled through my muscles, leaving me twitching and breathless.

I was gasping for air, my brain struggling to process the sheer fucking intensity of what had just happened.

As Carrie finally pulled back, her breathing was just as fucking ragged as mine. She sat up slightly, a stray lock of hair falling over her face as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand, her eyes dark and glowing with a frighteningly beautiful fire.

"I had a plan for tonight," she said, her voice a low, rough velvet. "I wasn't expecting an explosion of balloons and confessions, Alex, but I am still very eager to use my gift."

She crawled back up my body, her weight pinning me into the sea of crushed rose petals. She loomed over me, her hands framing my head as she leaned down, her lips ghosting over mine, her voice dropping into that terrifyingly intimate, authoritative register that always made me melt.

"Tell me, darling," she whispered, her gaze boring into my soul. "Do you love every side of me? Do you love Dr. Carter as much as you love me as just Carrie?"

She paused, her thumb grazing my lower lip as a wicked, knowing smirk touched her mouth.

"And do you love your Mommy, too?"

The question crushed me, sending a fresh spark of heat through my exhausted body. She was giving me exactly what I needed—the control, the care, and the absolute fucking ownership I’d been craving since the moment I laid eyes on her.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice trembling with a level of submission I didn't know I possessed. "All of you. I love all of you."

Carrie kissed me softly, a lingering, tender contact that felt like another "I love you" before she whispered, "Would you like your gift now, darling?"

I could only nod, my voice completely lost in the haze of love and heat. Carrie bit her lip, a flicker of that predatory Dr. Carter smirk returning, and slipped off the bed. I let out a low, involuntary groan as I watched her move; the way that black lace thong framed her toned, perfect arse as she walked was enough to make me want to fucking cry all over again.

She headed for the bedside drawer—the one I remembered the silk ropes were in—and my stomach performed a fucking violent, thrilled somersault. But she didn't go for the restraints. Instead, she pulled out a heavy, midnight-blue velvet bag.

My breath hitched as she untied the drawstring and pulled out a harness and a sleek strap-on.

Oh, mother fucker.

I whimpered immediately, the sound escaping me before I could catch it. I’d used them on other women before, and I’d experimented briefly on my own, but I was never with anyone for more than a night. I never had the trust, the time, or the partner to actually explore what it felt like to be on the receiving end of someone like her. I thought she was going to fucking break me.

I watched her, fucking mesmerised, as she put it on. She did it with a terrifyingly graceful elegance, her movements efficient and poised as she adjusted the straps against her hips. I never thought anyone could look so fucking sophisticated while wearing a harness, but Carrie managed to make it look like an extension of her power.

When she was finished, she stood at the edge of the bed, the lamplight catching the curves of her body. She looked like a goddess of everything I’d ever fucking wanted. I shivered, my entire body humming with a fresh wave of anticipation and a desperate, gnawing want that made my previous climax feel like a distant memory.

"You've taken such good care of me tonight, Alex," Carrie murmured, her voice dropping into a dark, heavy register as she crawled back over the mattress, shadowing my shaking frame. "Now, lie still. It's my turn."

She reached out, her hand sliding up my inner thigh, her touch firm and possessive. "Are you ready to be mine completely, princess?"

I nodded frantically, my hair splaying across the crushed rose petals, but Carrie didn't move. She just stayed there, poised and powerful, her eyes locked onto mine with a steady, expectant heat.

"Use your words, darling," she prompted, her voice a low, melodic command.