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The rope is a sweet abrasion against my skin, reminding me that I have no control with this man. Nor do I want it, not when the pleasure is as intense as this. I bite my lower lip as a whimper starts to boil up the back of my throat.
“You’re so pretty when you come,” Nick praises me. “You make the sexiest sounds. It makes me so damn hard to hear your little cries.”
He fucks me deeper, powering into me relentlessly, mastering me completely. I bear down to take the full measure of his battering thrusts, loving the animal intensity of him. Loving how raw and primal he can make me feel, while still managing to make me feel safe, even cherished.
My orgasm explodes an instant later, breaking over me in wave after wave, drowning me in pleasure. Dimly, as I’m spinning out to orbit, I feel Nick’s pace slow to a pause. He pulls out of me, still fully erect.
“Flip over, baby.” His voice is gravel, rough and jagged. “I need you on your knees. Now.”
Because I’m boneless now, in addition to being bound, he helps me turn. His strong hands are shaking a bit as he takes hold of my hips and twists me so that I’m no longer on my back, but positioned before him on my knees on the cushion. The length of white rope is coiled tighter around my wrists now that I’ve flipped over, locking me in place with my ass in the air and my hands stretched out in front of me.
“Ah, fuck,” Nick growls. “What are you doing to me? I’ve never seen anything as hot as you.”
His palm lands sharply on my ass. I wince and bite my lip, my soft cry sounding more like a desperate, wanton mewl. Nick seizes my hips and hauls them higher, pulling my arms tauter and making my spine bow. His cock nudges thickly at the mouth of my sex, then slides home.
My breath rushes out of me as he fills me, stroking into me long and hard. His
cock feels immense at this angle, impossibly thick, and each deep, invading push seems even fuller than the last, bringing me to the brink of pleasure and pain.
And I want more. I want all of him. I tilt my pelvis, opening myself wider for him so I can take every hard inch, ever jarring thrust. He’s starving for me, too, and the staggering force of his lust is hotter than anything I’ve ever felt.
Coarsely uttered curses and growled praise for how I feel, how I look, boil out of him in sharp blasts as he fucks me. The sensory overload is too much to contain, and there’s no stopping my climax. It roars up on me in a searing flash, filling my vision with stars as the jolting burst of sensation explodes inside me.
Nick’s tempo doesn’t slow as I shatter apart beneath his powerful thrusts. His hands clamp down tight on my hips as he pounds into me. “Yeah, baby. Let me hear you.”
I couldn’t hold back my scream of release even if I tried. I moan his name, quivering as the orgasm ripples through me, wave after wave of pleasure. Nick’s palm slides up my spine, toward my shoulders. He presses me farther down against the cushion, the motion levering my ass even higher as he powers into me with greater urgency.
I feel the shift in his focus now that I’m spiraling down from my orgasm, my body slack and boneless. Nick’s hands return to my hips, clenching harder as he chases his own release. I feel the coiled tension in his cock, the steely length of him swelling larger with every deep pump of his hips. He is as stiff and solid as granite inside me, as hot as molten iron.
He makes a strangled sound as he pistons hard and fast within me. And then his body arcs sharply and he slams home, shuddering and swearing with the force of his release. He keeps moving inside me, releasing my hips to wrap his arms around me instead, folding over me and dragging me tight against his heated chest.
I don’t know how long we stay there like that, both spent and slick with sweat and the earthy musk of our lovemaking. All I know is that I don’t want to move. I want to feel him inside me all night if possible.
I groan in sullen protest when he eventually withdraws to dispose of the condom.
“Are you all right?” He asks the question quietly, almost hesitantly, as he reaches up to unfasten my bindings and set the rope aside. “I didn’t hurt you—”
“No.” I shake my head, still drunk on ebbing pleasure as my arms sag onto the cushion, as boneless and fatigued as the rest of my body. I roll to my back and look up at his solemn, breathtakingly handsome face. “No, you didn’t hurt me. That was . . . amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs. “Being with you is . . .” His words trail off and his gaze cuts away from me. “I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting you, Avery.”
He glances back at me and curses low under his breath. Then he bends toward me, taking my face in his hands as he kisses me. Not with fire and urgency this time, but with a tenderness that nearly breaks me.
Because I feel something unexpected with him too. Something I didn’t plan for or want. Something I cannot afford to risk.
I need this man. I want him with something deeper than desire. Something more powerful than the obsession we both share for each other. I’m falling fast, and as much as I want to pretend I’ll be able to walk away after Claire returns and my reality resumes, I have to admit another surrender to Nick tonight.
My body and my pleasure both belong to him, but the more staggering truth is, so does my heart.
Chapter 32
“Are you sure no one can see us?”
“No one can see us.” Nick’s grin skims the surface of the sunlit turquoise water as he moves toward me, both of us stark naked beside the boat. “There’s no one around for miles. Just you and me. And maybe a small shark or two.”
“What?” I shriek my reply and lunge for him in reflex.
He chuckles, catching me in his arms and pulling me against him. “Got you right where I want you now.”
