Page 71 of Tame Our Wild

Literally.

The heat from his tongue and mouth, all over my body, has thawed the cold in my bones.

Why didn’t I fold sooner?

I could’ve let him have his way with me weeks ago when he so clearly wanted to. The moment Colson claimed my mouth with his at the event in Salt Lake City, he implanted himself in all the places I told myself I’d never let him touch, when he’s already affected me in so many other ways. He’s comfortably settled there, consuming nearly every thought in my head until the moments I wasn’t with him felt more wrong than giving in to the temptation to sleep with the man who was the flame to my match. The one who has kept me burning.

Fighting.

Colson Payne has always been the spark to my competitive spirit, and it shouldn’t feel this good to let him burst my body into flames I can’t control.

He crawls off the bed, and I lift my head to watch, my hands pulling at the lasso binding me to the bedframe. It’s kinky as hell, and though my wrists will probably have rope burn after this, I’ll wear those red marks decorating my skin with pride.

Colson reaches for the hem of his damp T-shirt and lifts it over his strong frame, keeping his eyes fixed on mine as it falls to the floor. He grasps onto his belt, those thick, talented fingers that just explored my pussy, popping the button with expertise. He peels his jeans off with his boxers and steps out of them, my eyes widening at the size of his cock jutting free. I always thought he was one of those guys with an ego bigger than his dick, but I was wrong.

So, so wrong.

He crawls back onto the bed, settling between my legs as he lazily pumps himself from base to tip while I admire the vein on the underside of his shaft. He swipes the pad of his thumb through the bead of precum leaking from his tip, my gaze hungrily following his movements.

When he catches me staring, he leans over, dragging his thumb over my lips. My tongue darts out, swiping his thumb clean in one fluid stroke so his flavor can linger on my tongue. Mumbling curses under his breath, he takes his wet thumb, pressing it to my clit as he works his dick.

This is really about to happen.

Colson Payne is about to ruin all other men for me.

He was right, my vibrator just became a useless device. Because no matter how many times I try to reposition it between my legs, it will never feel like that.

Like him.

The thought catches my breath, halfway between my heart and my head.

He notices and smiles. “I’ve never seen you this nervous. It’s making me harder.”

“Great,” I tease flatly. “Then it definitely won’t fit.”

Lowering his body over mine, he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “Good. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of stretching you to take me.”

I groan, deep in my throat. “I’m not going to last long if you keep talking like that.” And he’s not even inside me yet.

He pumps his cock trapped between his stomach and mine, the brush of his hand working himself, eliciting a chain reaction of sparks sizzling over my skin.

A lock of hair flops onto his forehead when he gives me a lopsided grin, my tied hands itching to sweep it from his stupidly stunning face. “That’s the point, dust bunny. You’re so beautiful when you come, so why would I stop you and subject us both to that form of torture when I can have you coming on my cock all night?”

What kind of deal did this man make with the devil to get a mouth like this?

His tongue is magic. His voice could have a nun dropping to their knees—not to pray. And his soft lips feel like heaven against my skin that has finally thawed, along with something else that I can’t name.

Colson drags his nose across my jaw before nipping at the skin on my neck below my ear. I roll my hips up into his needily, my patience wearing thin.

He lines himself up at my entrance, darkly chuckling into my skin. “So needy.” He thrusts forward, the head of his cock slipping inside me easily, with how wet I am. His focus is on my center as he takes his time, letting my body adjust to his size.

My confined hands tighten into fists as he slowly fills me, inch by hardened inch. I gasp in response to how right this feels, he feels, claiming me in this way. His eyes flit over my face, studying my reaction while he takes his sweet time stretching me around his length.

His head lifts to watch me as he slowly buries himself to the hilt. I want to see where we’re connected, where he’s filling, but the desire in his turquoise eyes is erotic on its own. When Colson withdraws and slams his hips forward, my eyes roll to the back of my skull.

His name escapes in a ragged exhale. “Colson—”

“Fuck.” I swear I feel him thicken further as his momentum finds a steady pace that tightens the string in my lower belly. “How does it feel to know that the line you drew between us with this rope is binding you to my bed while I fuck you? Hmm?” He hums under his breath in a way that sends the low vibration straight to my clit. His thrusts are steady, the sound of him pounding my body into submission blending with my ragged breaths.