Page 120 of Twisted Bonds
Instead, he breathes me in with such desperate ferocity. It sounds feral, like a man fighting his own beastly tendencies. Finally, he releases his breath with a needy groan deep in his chest, cursing. “You smell so fucking good, Pet.”
Something inside me bursts open, like a dam with too many holes. A flood of desire and longing inside me opens to him. The way he calls me his pet, I want nothing more than to be exactly that. His treasured pet.
His gaze flickers upwards, locking onto mine. He’s reading me, I realize, taking in every tiny reaction and storing it away for future reference. There’s something thrilling about it, a part of my mind muses, even as the rest is rapidly succumbing to the heady anticipation of what is to come.
He leans back then, his hands resting on my bent knees as he studies me. “I must admit,” he says, a wicked grin twisting his lips, “You are quite the sight.”
My chest heaves with my breaths, my pulse thrumming loudly in my ears. I’m waiting for his touch, craving it with an intensity that surprises me. It feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room and I’m left clinging to his every word, every movement.
“I’ve been wanting this,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “Craving you like a man starved. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, Mira.”
A shiver runs down my spine as his fingers trace a slow, deliberate path up my legs, igniting my skin wherever he touches. A soft moan parts my lips, and he meets it with a groan. “Keep that up, and I won’t be able to control myself.”
I raise a challenging eyebrow. “Is that so?” I ask, shifting my hips just slightly to draw his attention exactly where I want it. His eyes go dark, his pupils dilating until there’s barely any green left. He holds my gaze steadily, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “Don’t tempt me, Mira. Do as I command, and you will be rewarded with my complete devotion. My endless worship. Now, be still and let me touch you.”
His sudden sternness makes my breath hitch. There’s a thrill that races up my spine. The heat of his gaze on me almost as satisfying as his touch. Almost.
His hands move again, this time with more purpose and determination. His fingers dance along the line of my thighs, working their way inexorably inward. The burn of his touch, the raw anticipation, builds like a knot of tension in my belly. Can he feel it too? The hunger swirling inside me?
My hold on my ankles grows tighter as I brace myself. Trying to remain perfectly still is nearly impossible.
I close my eyes, following his every touch and sensation with razor sharp focus. When he finally reaches my center, my entire body jolts in response as two of his fingers easily slip inside me. A gasp rips through my throat, echoing through the small room we’re in. His fingers, so cool and familiar, press against my insides and a moan slips from my lips as the first wave of pleasure washes over me.
“Shh,” he murmurs, fingers slipping slowly and deliberately between my folds. “Don’t rush. Savor it.”
He’s tormenting me, I realize as I bite my lower lip hard enough to taste blood. He’s drawing this out, reveling in the control he holds over me; it’s not just his hands that are masterful but also his words, each one a taunt laced with promise. “Do you like this, Mira?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly with lust.
“Yes,” I manage to gasp out, my mind spinning as his fingers work their magic. It feels so good, better than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Each careful stroke pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his gaze burning holes into my very soul.
“You,” I breathe, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I want you.”
That wicked grin splits his face once more as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me shuddering and gasping for breath. His sudden absence within me makes me whimper, a sound that seems to please him greatly judging by the self-satisfied smirk on his face.
He lifts his fingers, glistening with my wetness, to his lips and licks them clean. His gaze never leaves mine as he savors my taste.
“And have you been a good girl, Pet?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, caught between unfulfilled desire and the burning anticipation that’s coiling inside me.
His fingers return to my thighs, tracing idle patterns that make my skin prickle with goosebumps. “Mmm,” he hums, his voice a low purr. “Then my pet deserves her reward.”
His grin deepens, becoming more mischievous. “But first,” he drawls, dragging out the words for maximum effect, as he leans back, pulling his fingers from my heated skin. The loss of his touch elicits a protest from my lips, but he simply chuckles. “I think we need to work on your patience.”
His hands move to his shirt, deftly undoing the buttons and revealing the sculpted chest beneath. His muscles ripple under my watchful gaze, a tease of what’s to come. He removes the garment with one swift motion and tosses it aside, smirking at my rapt attention.
Next, his fingers fly to the button on his trousers, and the anticipation of seeing his arousal is almost too much to bare.
My heart hammers away in my chest, a frantic rhythm mirrored in the throbbing pulse between my legs. His fingers make short work of his trousers, undoing the button with a soft snick that sends a shiver down my spine. With an ease that speaks of many practiced motions, he slides his pants down his long, lean legs.
“Nervous?” He teases as he steps out of the discarded pants. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of unadorned briefs that leave very little to imagination.
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. “Eager,” I correct, letting my gaze drink in every contour and plane of him. I can’t help the whimper that slips past my lips.
He chuckles, a low sound that drips with amusement and desire. “My, my,” he murmurs as he steps in closer. “Has my pet been starved for affection?”
His fingers trail back up my thigh, reigniting the flames he’d stoked inside me with soft yet purposeful strokes. The anticipation is sweet torture. My breath catches when his hand stops to cup my aching mound, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin there without venturing further.