Page 93 of Soulmates


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I let out a startled shriek, and his hand smacked my ass, his other arm clamped tightly around my legs.

Sam carried me through his place to his bedroom where he dumped me on the bed.

“Pants and shirt off,” he said in a commanding tone that didn’t hold even a hint of warmth. “Keep the shoes.” And then he turned on his heel and left me alone in the room to strip.

I took a steadying breath that did absolutely nothing to calm the fluttering in my stomach and pulled the shirt over my head. I had to take the shoes off to get my pants off, and I’d just finished putting them back on when Sam returned.

He paused in the doorway, a crystal glass of dark amber-colored liquid in his hand. His eyes swept over me with a predatory edge. I’d debated wearing my most modest and boring underwear in light of our conversation about lingerie shopping, but in the end I’d decided on a matching set in black lace that was uncomfortable as heck.

Sam moved forward at a leisurely pace, setting the glass down beside the lamp on the nightstand. I watched in fascination as he toed off his shoes and socks and then started slowly unbuttoning his shirt, displaying his beautiful set of abs and the deep indents that pointed to what was still hidden under his black pants.

“The lace suits you,” he said, not even looking at me. He was too busy opening the drawer of his nightstand.

“Does that mean you’ll go easy on me?”

He smirked down at me. “I said Imightgo easy on you. There were no guarantees.” He pulled out what looked like a handful of jewelry and sat on the bed, pulling my foot into his lap. I watched him loop a silver chain around my ankle and the arch of my shoe, securing the whole thing with a tiny padlock.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as he did the same thing to my other foot.

“Ensuring that your shoes stay on.” He returned to the drawer and took out a wide black tie and a length of rope. He dropped the rope somewhere on the bed beside me, his eyes locked on mine.

My throat went dry as he leaned forward and covered my eyes with the tie, securing it tightly behind my head. He pushed me down so I was lying flat on my back and dragged my hands above my head. I felt his warm lips at my ear a second later.

“If you move without my permission, I’ll restrain you,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Good girl.”

I felt him move and then his hands were wrapping around my ankles above the thin chains. He spread my legs apart as far as they’d go, and without warning his lips pressed lightly against my center, over the lace, in a sweet and unexpected kiss. My hips jerked and my legs started to close before his hands stopped their progress.

“No moving,” he reminded me. “Next time I’m tying you to the bed.”

It took every bit of my willpower to stay still as his lips trailed up my stomach.

“I hope you’re not particularly attached to these,” he murmured.

I didn’t get the chance to ask what he meant before he tore through the lace of first my panties and then my bra.

His lips closed over one nipple, and I arched off the bed. His hand pressed me back down, but he didn’t say anything, his focus solely on the taught peak of my breast. I felt every pull in my core, driving me crazy with need.

“Sam,” I moaned and felt his dark chuckle vibrate through my body.

“Oh, Siren, we haven’t even gotten started.”

There was a clink somewhere by my ear and then something cold and wet circled my neglected breast. I gasped at the sudden chill, feeling my nipple get even harder. The ice trailed over my chest to circle my other nipple before Sam started trailing a path down my stomach.

“Sam, I can’t.” My body was trembling with the tension that came from trying to anticipate his next move and keep my body still at the same time.

“Yes, you can,” he said sternly while dipping the ice into my belly button.

I cursed, my eyes fluttering closed beneath the blindfold.

And then the ice was gone. I could feel Sam’s presence close by, but he didn’t touch me, racking up the suspense as I waited for what would happen next.

“Please,” I begged when I couldn’t take the waiting any longer.

“Please what, Siren?”

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