Total Surrender (The Sinful 1)

Her skin flushed at his explicit words, her nipples tightening into ripe berries crowning her pert breasts, but she didn’t hesitate to raise her arms above her head and curl her fingers around the sturdy wooden bars. Her acquiescence drove his lust for her ten times higher.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning over to secure her wrists and make sure the rest of the material held her arms in place. Then he opened the nightstand and retrieved a condom.

“Maddux . . .” Her voice was as vulnerable as her gaze as she captured his attention. “What if I don’t want anything between us?”

He shook his head, even as his dick twitched at the thought of being inside her completely bare. “I’m not going to risk you getting pregnant.” He’d come to terms with being the man to take her virginity, because it’s what she wanted, but protecting her, in every way, was his first priority.

“I’m on the pill . . . to regulate my periods . . . have been for years.” She shifted nervously on the bed, clearly not used to having these kinds of conversations. “So, if you’re good, this is what I want for my first time. Just you. All of you. Please.”

Jesus, this woman shredded him, and something near the vicinity of his heart loosened with a softer, deeply affectionate emotion. “I’m clean,” he assured her. As a part of his personal life insurance, he underwent regular testing, and he hadn’t been with a woman since his last all clear report.

While she watched, he slid his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed it down and off. She’d seen him naked before in the bathroom, but her gaze ate him up, and her chest rose and fell with deeper breaths . . . and they hadn’t even started yet.

He rounded to the foot of the bed, moved on top of the mattress, then quickly and easily removed her panties. He tossed them onto the floor, then looked up at her, amused at the prim way she pressed her thighs together. As much as he intended to strip away any inhibition she might have left in her tonight, her suddenly modest demeanor fed into his more dominant side that wanted to conquer and command and get off on watching her submit to his directions.

“Spread your legs, Bella,” he said, his voice direct. “Nice and wide so I can fit my shoulders in between.”

Her knees parted, but only slight enough to give him a tiny peek of the shadowed treasure in between. For her disobedience, he slid his hand up her leg and pinched the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Her hands reflexively jerked on the bonds around her wrists as a startled, pained squeak erupted from her mouth. Her eyes were as round as saucers, but she didn’t look upset or afraid. No, the excitement that flickered in her eyes assured him she was just fine.

“That was to get your attention. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to obey the first time I ask,” he said, even as he feathered his thumb across the skin he’d tweaked, soothing away any lingering sting.

“This is what you asked for,” he reminded her, pinning her with a severe look. “This is what you begged me for. Now look at the width of my shoulders and give me the room I need to make myself comfortable when I’m lying between your thighs.”

She exhaled on a ragged breath that made her stomach quiver and separated her feet far apart this time, giving him a hot, direct view of her pretty pink pussy, full lips, plump clit, and all that sweet cream waiting for him to lap up. He didn’t waste any time settling right there at the gates of heaven. Ignoring the way his heavy, pulsing cock dug into the mattress, he arranged each of her legs over his shoulders and opened his mouth over her sex.

She immediate

ly moaned, and her thighs trembled as he gave her a slow, thorough lick that ended with the tip of his tongue flicking against her clit. Her hips bucked, and he pushed one long finger into her tight sheath, then two. She sucked in a startled breath, her body tensing at the invasion and clamping down on those two digits, making his head spin at the thought of how fucking incredible she was going to feel surrounding his sizable dick.

He groaned and instinctively ground his erection into the mattress, trying to stave off the need to rut and focusing everything on Arabella’s pleasure. She was so slick and warm, and he stretched her, readying her body to take the full length of him while devouring her pussy with his mouth and the slip-slide of his tongue until he eventually felt her inner muscles start to give way to the fingers thrusting as deep as they could go.

Her soft, keening cry reached his ears, and her hips started moving of their own accord, trying to chase the orgasm he was slowly, gradually building with the glide of his thumb over her clit and every pass of his tongue. He wanted it to be fucking huge. As her arousal grew, as she gave herself over to his sensual torment, more of her juices slicked his fingers, which was exactly what he needed to ease the way for his cock when the time came . . . which was going to be soon.

“Maddux,” she whimpered desperately, her arms pulling at the tie securing her hands to the headboard while her lower body writhed against his mouth and the slow, deep pump of his fingers stroking in and out of her.

“Please, please, please,” she begged deliriously.

He gave her body what it was so greedy for. Her breathing shallowed as he swirled and sucked the swollen nub of her clitoris. When he deliberately rubbed the pad of his fingers against that soft, sensitive patch of skin inside her vaginal walls, her entire body stiffened as her orgasm crashed through her, and she screamed until her voice was hoarse and she finally sank back down to the mattress in a boneless heap.

Maddux sat up between her spread thighs, the ache in his cock and balls beyond anything he could ever remember experiencing. All he knew was that he needed to be inside of Arabella, and it had nothing to do with taking her virginity, but fusing his body intimately to hers so that he could make her his.

He glanced up at her face, her expression replete and her blue eyes dark and soft and sultry, matching the sensual smile on her lips.

“I’m ready, Maddux,” she whispered oh so sweetly, her gorgeous body his for the pilfering.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a rasp of sound, but he had to know she hadn’t changed her mind. That she still wanted this. Wanted him.

She gave him a mock frown, that playfulness he loved about her etching her features. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

He laughed . . . fucking laughed during sex, with Arabella still tied up and his cock dripping with pre-come. He wanted the pleasure she was about to give him. He wanted the orgasm and release. But as he settled his body over the top of hers and braced his forearms at the sides of her head, then met her open, unguarded gaze that let him glimpse a part of her huge heart and gentle soul, he realized he wanted this woman most of all. Not the sex. Not her virginity. Not as a conquest or an act of revenge. He just wanted her. In his life. Every single fucking day.

The realization hit him like a sucker punch. It was an impossible wish, he knew, because she wasn’t his to keep and there was too much pain and past destruction due to her father’s actions for them to have any kind of future together. The thought gutted him, and he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the woman in his arms right now.

The sensitive head of his cock was already fitted against the slick opening of her body, and he flexed his hips, slowly working his way inside her, feeling her channel stretch to accommodate his width. Just a few inches in, and her eyes flared wide with shock at the intense pressure of him filling her. She sucked in a quick breath, tensing beneath him, which caused her inner muscles to constrict around his shaft like a little vise of pleasure.

He groaned raggedly, and even though she was incredibly wet and his dick was already coated with her slick moisture, he had to resist the urge to thrust hard and fast and deep and bury himself to the hilt in all that tight heat. Instead, with a tenderness he wasn’t even aware he possessed when it came to sex with a woman, he brushed strands of hair away from her flushed face and held her gaze, despite the fact that his blood was on fucking fire.

“Are you okay?” he asked, skimming his thumb along her soft, warm cheek. “If it’s too much and you need me to stop—”