Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I never want to lose sight of him. In this moment, I’m utterly enthralled. He’s the only real thing in my world, the only person who matters.
“You have me too,” I confess.
He kisses me in a frenzy. His lips capture mine with bruising force, and I return his ferocity in kind, nipping at him. He opens for me on a low growl, giving me everything I demand of him even as he stakes his claim over me. He strokes his tongue deep into my mouth, taming mine.
My body heats for him, and I start rubbing my pulsing clit against his hard thigh in wanton abandon. His cock jerks.
He pulls away sharply. “You’ll make me lose control.”
My hand fists in his hair. “Good. I want you to.”
Because when it comes to him, I have no control, either.
His jaw works. “Not yet. Not for a long time. I’m not nearly finished with you.”
He lifts me up and carries me the short distance to the bed. When he tosses me down on it, his shirt rides up my thighs.
His eyes flare as he stares down at me, like I’m an offering on an altar to him.
Boldly, I spread my legs in wanton invitation.
A harsh curse drops from his lips, and he grabs the hem of the shirt.
I lift my arms, helping him strip it off me in my eagerness to be naked before him.
I want him naked too. I want to see all those powerful muscles ripple beneath my tender touch.
When I’m bare before him, I reach for his shirt too.
His hands shackle my wrists, pinning them above my head.
I tug against his iron hold.
“I want to touch you,” I say breathily.
His jaw ticks. I don’t understand his strange tension. He’s looking at me like I’m the center of his universe, but he’s holding back.
“I’m in charge here,” he reminds me. “Let me make you feel good.”
I relax in his hold, surrendering. He knows what I like, and as much as I’m aching to have him inside me, I know our joining will be heightened by my submission.
I’ll give it to him willingly. No games or playful resistance this time.
There’s no need for pretense. What’s happening between us is raw and real, and I no longer want to push him away.
“You’re in charge,” I agree.
He brushes a kiss over my lips. “Good girl.”
The low praise reaches me on some deep, primal level. The tenderness in those two words conveys the gentle care that I’ve been denied since I isolated myself completely.
“Stay.” He squeezes my wrists once to emphasize his command.
I don’t even think about denying him.
Until he reaches into his nightstand and withdraws a pair of handcuffs.
I tense, but his weight atop me keeps me from scooting away.
“Why do you have those?” I demand, my lust souring.
He caresses my cheek with his free hand. “Don’t be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid,” I refute. “I don’t want to use a bondage toy that you keep stashed away for other women.”
He chuckles, and I scowl at him.
“This isn’t funny.” I wriggle, but there’s no evading him.
“You’re jealous,” he remarks, utterly delighted.
I tip my chin back. “So, what if I am? You seem to like it.”
He kisses my forehead, and I’m tempted to melt.
“I bought them for you,” he murmurs. “I wouldn’t use them with anyone else.”
I blink. “Oh.”
He’s been anticipating this.
I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s made it clear that he intends to have me, and he’s aware of my preference for him to dominate me.
“Okay,” I agree softly.
He dangles the cuffs in front of my face and drawls, “Is that how my good girl asks for what she wants?”
I lick my lips. “I want them.”
He quirks a brow. “Try again.”
My core flutters, and my arousal wets his pants.
“I want you to handcuff me, Professor.” My voice is low and sultry in a way I’ve never heard before.
He curses again, but his hands are gentle as he secures the cuffs around my wrists, looping the fine chain that connects them around a metal slat on his headboard.
“Don’t struggle. I don’t want you to injure yourself.”
I test the restraints carefully. They’re unyielding, and if I pull against them too hard, I’ll bruise myself.
I nod my understanding. Rand would never want to harm me, and I’ll honor that.
He reaches in the nightstand drawer again. This time, he pulls out a blindfold.
I shake my head. “I want to see you. Please.”
He shushes me gently. “Trust me.”
I draw in a shuddering breath. “I do.”
The padded, black satin blindfold covers my eyes, and the world goes dark as he secures it at the back of my head. Immediately, all of my other senses heighten.
I hear his rapid breaths; he’s practically panting with his own need for me.
He smells faintly of salty body wash and something deeper beneath it that’s purely masculine. The scent reaches something distinctly feminine inside me, and I inhale like I need him more than oxygen.