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My palms fumble against the smooth planes of his chest, but he captures my hand. A breathless smile tilts my lips and only grows when he takes the hem of my shirt and slowly glides his hands up my sides, sending shivers all across my body while he strips me bare for him. The warmth of his chest against the curves of my breasts pebbles my nipples beneath my bra, and he takes his time, covering them with the rough calluses of his hand as he cups me from over the lace.
His groan is a delicious sound that trembles all through me as he rocks his hips in the most demanding way against my center. His lips brush mine in a needy, quick kiss before his big hands drop between us, and the button of my jeans is unclasped in an instant. His fingers grip the top of my jeans, and he’s jerking them down my thighs, letting my ass hit the cold table without pause.
And then I’m nearly naked for him. My underwear is the same thin material, covering my nudity but really just separating the feel of his perfect body from mine with the most infuriatingly tiny amount of fabric.
He takes a single step back, letting cold air all between us. My ankles cross casually as he takes me in, his gaze shifting over every inch of my skin. I wait with a shiver of anticipation skimming all through me. But none of it is nerves.
Because the way he’s looking at me, I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Anxiously, my hand reaches behind my back, my fingers searching for the clasp of my bra to remove the last barriers between us.
But the moment I do, his big hand is gripping around my wrist.
“Ahh, ah, Little Bird.” His words hum along my throat while the most mischievous smirk shadows his lips. “Hands above your head,” he whispers against my neck, his mouth leaving soft, slow kisses in the wake of his words.
My lashes flutter slowly, my body trembling for him to touch me more. Even as I obey and lift my hands above my head for him. Teeth skim across my flesh ever so gently between the worshipping press of his lips against my neck. My head falls to the side, and I want so badly to feel him on the deepest level.
I hate the space he has kept between us for all this time. And now I know why. He wanted me toseehim.
But I always have.
It’s a casual ascent of his palm pushing up over my breast, my arm, my elbow, my wrist... And then, cold metal is wrapping there, once, twice, a loud clamp clips into place. With a gasp, I look up at where my hands are bound, lifting me just slightly off of the table and making me unsteady where I sit. The silver gleams like new, but I can’t help but wonder how much blood these chains have seen.
He takes a careful step back from me, his gaze glinting sinisterly in the bright fluorescent lighting as he takes in the sight of me strung up just for him. It’s a dangerously sensual way he appraises me. My thighs shift back and forth at the thought of it alone. The chill of the room settles into me, and I almost let a moan slip from my lips when his warm hands press along my outer thighs. He takes his time pushing his palms up my body. And then he lowers himself down, his watchful eyes locked on mine as he lowers and positions himself between my legs. The heat of his breath kisses my inner thigh just before his lips do. I tremble in his hands.
Rowan. Stone. Owns. Me.
He can take anything he wants right now. But instead of taking, he’s teasing.
His palms push hard against my inner thighs for me to open up wider for him. That taunting smirk lingers on his lips as he lightly flicks his tongue along the rough fabric of my panties. It’s when he covers my pussy entirely and devours me as much as that annoying thin material will allow that my knees start shaking against him.
“Please,” I whisper on a breathless plea.
A growl of a hum rumbles over my clit before his dark lashes lift, and he pulls back to look at me.
“Sweet Little Bird, more is coming. Be patient, and I’ll have your pretty cunt dripping down my fingers in no time.”
He follows up with that promise by standing and leaning into me, capturing my mouth with his in the deepest, most controlling kiss of my life. His tongue slips against my lips to take me further while the palm of his hand covers my pussy entirely, grinding hard over the most sensitive part of me. Two fingers slip quietly beneath the lace. He dips in, sliding from my entrance to circle my clit over and over and over. Energy swirls through me from every move he makes. From the way he teases me with an easy, controlling touch, down to the way he kisses me with commanding possession.
His other hand skims over my jaw, his lips devouring the desperate moans I can’t hold back. But that soft feel of his fingers along my cheek lifts, and then I feel him there between my wrists, twisting the chain even harder around my flesh. The stinging pain of it bites in, but then his two thrust in deep and consuming, arching into my wetness in just the right spot. He holds me tight above my head while fucking me harder and harder, the heel of his palm grinding over my clit with every move he makes. It all builds into one thrumming sensation that pulses through my core. I need more and more and more, and he gives me just that.
“That’s it,” he whispers along my cheek before his lips brush my ear. “Cum for me like a good,” he slams in hard, “fucking,” harder, “girl.” He slams in so hard then that his palm slaps against the building nerves, and every fucking part of me combusts for him.
I tremble against the cold table as my head falls back, and my screams resound through the bright, empty room. My lashes flutter against the fluorescents. My chest heaves against his, my body melding as close as I can possibly get to him. He still holds my chains tightly above us while his other hand pumps slowly in and out of me, riding that wave down until it all becomes teasing once more.
Bright, calculating eyes flick over my features. I suddenly feel on display. A thing for this man to use in any way he wants.
And he reminds me of that as he shifts just slightly back from me, his hands working the button of his jeans, never once dropping my gaze.
He lowers the waistline of his jeans and underwear, revealing the thick length of himself between my thighs. I shift against him, trying to close the distance between my wetness and the glistening tip of his cock.
Once more, he kisses me slowly, his palm pumping up and down between us. Roughly, he grips my underwear and slowly slides it down, pulling my panties off without breaking the sweet kisses he gifts me. And then I feel him slick against my clit. My hips buck for him, but my thoughts are drilling through my head too fast.
“Take your shirt off,” I breathe against him.
That gorgeous smirk of his tilts his lips. I think he’ll deny me for a moment, the seconds passing us by as he studies me in all my desperation.
“Please,” I add on a whisper.
