Page 38 of One Night Years Ago

She grabbed on to his wrists, hard. “No! I want to do this. I need to do this. It’s just, you’re so strong,” she said lamely.

Way to go, Natalie, you’re going to freak him out.

“I need you to feel safe,” he began. He looked around the room. Suddenly, he reached over towards the night table and grabbed her handcuffs. She looked at him with confusion for a moment until it dawned on her and she understood what he was willing to do for her. He closed one end quickly on his left wrist. He didn’t make a noise, but his mouth became a thin line.

“Loop it around the headboard,” he said, moving his arms over his head. His arm muscles bulged.

This man has spent twelve years in prison.

“I can’t do that,” she argued.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I trust you.”

She clicked the handcuff shut over his other wrist and watched Hunter through tear-filled eyes. He was pure strength, and she had no doubt he could break out of his bonds, break the entire bed frame, if he set his mind to it. She also knew by the way he held his powerful arms so still that he wouldn’t do it.

“Please, Hunter,” she whispered.

His hips bucked under her. His cock aligned with her core again, and he entered her slowly, until he was fully seated inside her. He was so large, it was almost painful for a moment. He seemed to sense her discomfort and stopped moving.

“We can stop,” he said quietly against her ear.

“Please don’t,” she begged, holding on to him for dear life. Eventually, the discomfort eased. The sense of fullness remained but turned to warmth and pleasure. Her hips moved of their own accord, looking to bring him even deeper.

“More,” she gasped. Her body was unaccustomed to pleasure brought by anything other than her own hand. In a matter of seconds, if he kept moving like that, she was going to—

The orgasm ripped through her. She felt it everywhere, from her core all the way to the tips of her fingers and her toes.

“Yes!” she moaned.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” he said through clenched teeth. His arm muscles bunched against his bonds, and his cock twitched inside her. She’d never realized how beautiful he was.

She collapsed on top of him, drowsy now, listening to his heart as it beat in rhythm to hers.

“Umm, Natalie?” he asked.

“Can you let me loose now?” he said, smiling gently.

Again, those unexpected dimples.

She blushed fiercely and jumped up.

“Just a second,” she said, running to her bedroom.

Where the hell is it?

She found her keyring and raced back to bed. He was looking at her appreciatively, and didn’t seem all that bothered.

“Thank you,” she whispered, brushing her lips softly against his forehead as she unlocked the cuffs.

He didn’t make a sound as he dropped the cuffs back on the night table, but his wrists were red. She felt a burst of shame.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t—”she began.

“Shh.” He placed his finger softly on her lips. His hand stroked the length of her body gently. “Your trust was a gift. Thank you.”

Chapter 16

Hunter