I burned at his touch.
Loosening the grip of my legs, I yanked at his hold on my wrists, and when he released me, I desperately clawed at his shirt, needing to tear it off right that second.
He chuckled and released me to reach behind him and grip the back of his shirt to pull it over his head in one smooth motion.
My mouth went dry as I watched.
I’d never seen a guy do that, so I had no way of knowing that it would affect me in such a way. As soon as the shirt was gone, my hands went to his back and shoved down his pants so I could grasp his ass, applying pressure as I tried to line myself up with him for maximum friction when our pelvises touched.
The dark laugh sounded again before he spoke, his voice rough with need, “Baby, if you don’t ease up with those claws, I’m not going to last long enough to bury my dick in you. Do I need to cuff you?”
My nipples peaked, and my mouth went dry.
Cuff me?
The very idea sounded sexy and sinful in ways that heated my flesh from the top of my scalp to the bottom of my toes. I moaned and asked wickedly, “You wanna cuff me to your bed, baby? Am I being a bad girl?”
He groaned before knifing off of me and reaching to his nightstand. When he came back, he took hold of my wrists once more and yanked them to the headboard.
I almost climaxed when I heard the click as I was locked into place. I panted with my arousal and watched as Felix moved down my body and adjusted, so his denim-clad thighs straddled my waist. He grinned down at me wickedly before running his hands up my sides, shoving my shirt up as he went.
When he reached my bra, he pushed it up above my breasts and left it all bunched right under my armpits. His mouth latched onto my nipple, he nibbled, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm that ripped through me.
He pulled away and grinned down at me but spoke sternly, “You don’t come again until I say so. If you do, fucking hot as hell or not, I’m going to spank your ass, and you won’t get another orgasm for the rest of the night.”
I rubbed my legs together, enjoying the buzz of having just come.
He arched an eyebrow and asked, “You testin’ me, baby?”
My head jerked from side to side, and then finally, finally, he went back to the sweet torture of playing with my nipples.
I writhed underneath him, the sensual torture almost too much to cope with.
He shifted his hips and moved down, running his tongue lightly over my belly. When he reached my waistband, he nipped at the overly sensitive skin there before using his fingers to unbutton and unzip my pants.
He moved off of me and pulled my pants and panties down and over my feet. With an intense look on his face, he dropped them to the floor and wrapped his hands under my knees.
Before I could comprehend what he was doing, he yanked and dragged me down the bed, not stopping until my body would come down no further.
I moved to lift my torso because my hands were still cuffed, and the way I was stretched from headboard to bottom of the bed wasn’t comfortable in the least when he demanded, “Back down, Chlo. I’m about to test your resolve.”
That sounded scary, but I did as I was told, dropping my head to the mattress and twisting my hands, trying to find a way to hold my wrists that didn’t ache.
I didn’t expect it when he yanked my legs apart, moved into them, and buried his face in me.
He tongued and teethed at my clit, driving me to the brink of screaming with the burn of pleasure that I fought to hold back. I was near to blacking out with the intensity of it when he gave one last swipe of his tongue and lifted his head.
I should move, scoot back up the bed, even an inch or two was bound to help the discomfort of being stretched like I was strung up on a medieval torture device, but I was too far gone for that. The fire of desire coursed through me, and all I could do was writhe under his gaze.
During my daze, he must have dropped his own pants because when he climbed onto the bed and shoved his body between my legs, his cock bounced cheerfully between us, fully erect.
He bent into me and buried his face in my neck, growling there, “Watching you, it’s fucking magic. Shoots straight to my dick. All I can think about is burying myself so deep inside you that you feel me in the back of your throat, and I mean that both ways. Never had a woman ignite like this. Never had a woman burning for me, so consumed by it she doesn’t even care she can’t feel her fingers.”
It was then that I realized he’d shoved me up the bed some and it no longer hurt. He lifted his head and met my eyes, asking, “You want me to uncuff you?”
Oh, no.
Abso-fucking-lutely not. This was the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life.