Page 61 of His Ring Is Not Enough

The beast rattled the chains.

“Careful,” he said, his voice rough.

She bit him harder, scoring sensitive flesh. “I don’t think I will be. I’m tired of being careful. I’m tired of holding back. I’m tired of being...I’m tired of trying to seem unaffected by the crap that gets written about me in newspapers. I’m tired of trying to keep my head down so I can avoid it. I’m tired of trying to make myself more attractive or more palatable to the public. I’m tired of hiding myself. Of changing myself to suit people who will always find me wanting no matter what I do. But most of all, I’m tired of not having my way with you.”

“Then take me. But I can’t be responsible for the consequences.”

“Oh, I hope there are consequences,” she said. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He grabbed her wrists and pulled her forward, bringing her breasts up hard against his chest, his erection pressing against her belly. “There will be, agape. Make no mistake.” He lowered his head and claimed her lips, sliding his tongue between them, delving deep.

When they parted, they were both breathing hard, Leah’s face flushed, her eyes bright. She looked down at him, aching for release, her admiration open, her desire obvious.

“Right now, you’re about to face some consequences of your own,” she said. “I feel like I’ve been on a diet for years. And I am starving now.”

She leaned in and kissed his chest, kissed a trail down his abs, lingering at his hip bone, biting him gently there, making him jump. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, squeezing him gently, and he jerked beneath her hand.

“Are these my consequences?” he asked, his throat constricted.

“I’m just getting started. I have really, really fantasized about this. You have no idea.” She leaned in and touched her tongue to the tip of his length, and a shot of heat scorched along his veins. Too much. It was too much.

He could feel something breaking loose inside of him. Could feel the walls starting to crumble. Chains starting to break.

When she slid her tongue along his length, he nearly lost his grip. On his control. On everything.

He pulled away from her, his heart pounding, his breath ragged. “I can’t... Leah, stop.”

“Why?” she asked, sounding dazed.

“It’s too much. I can’t...I can’t breathe.”

“Now you know how I feel. All the time. Every time I’m with you. Let me.” She leaned in and pressed her lips to his hardened length, then her tongue. Then she sucked him deep inside of her mouth, and he was plunged into darkness, a world of absolute pleasure. Of nothing beyond what she made him feel. It roared through him, consuming him.

He clung to her, his fingers buried in her hair as she licked and sucked him, poured out her desire to give him pleasure. It humbled him. Sent him to the edge of reason, of thought.

And when he felt his climax surging through him, he pulled back.

“Not like that,” he said.

“Why not?” she asked. “You’ve done it like that for me plenty of times.”

“I know. But I want to be in you,” he said, watching her face as he told her in blunt, descriptive terms, just what he wanted from her. “I want you to ride me.” One position they hadn’t been able to accomplish with her hands bound.

She smiled, a vixen’s smile. Leah was pure seductress. A woman. And he felt for her what a man should feel for a woman. But beneath that was a warmth he couldn’t explain. One that had always been there, one that had built and built from the moment he’d first met her. When she’d left candy on his desk.

The reason he’d turned his focus somewhere else as soon as possible. The reason he had never, ever seen her as a woman before the wedding.

Emotion. Passion.

That warmth, added to the desire, made a fire so hot he thought it might consume them both.

And then he remembered the candy.

“Lie down on the bed,” he said.

“I thought I was giving orders.”

“No. We just got rid of the rules.”

“What are you planning?”

“You just have to find out. But you won’t, if you don’t obey.”

“My consequences?”

“You could say that.”

She got onto the bed, and heard rustling behind him as he turned to get the bag of candy out of his jacket pocket, where he’d left it the night before.

When he turned, she was lying on her back, her elbows propping her up. She’d discarded her shoes, her dress, her underwear. Everything. And she looked like a fantasy, created and come to life just for him. Nothing could have been more perfect; no one else could have even come close.

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