I tried to wrap my arms around him, but the silk tie tugged against my wrists; he’d bound my hands above my head. I wouldn’t be able to touch him at all.
I wanted to beg him to release me, but his mouth was hot on mine, devouring my breathy pleas before I could form the words. By the time he released me from his savage kiss, I was gasping for breath, my mind spinning with lust. I couldn’t even think about denying him anything as his soft lips brushed the column of my throat, marking a hot trail down to my breasts.
He kissed the soft swells, running his calloused fingertips just below my chest and lighting up my most sensitive pleasure centers. My nipples ached and throbbed, matching the mad pulsing in my clit.
“Please,” I begged, arching my back in wanton invitation. “Please, Sebastián…”
A shocked cry burst from my lips when he bit down on one hard bud, capturing the other in a stinging pinch. He tugged and teased, alternating bursts of pain with sweeps of pleasure. Bliss was a sparkling wave across my senses, sending me flying high. My entire body quaked, desperate for release but never wanting this erotic torment to end.
His kisses began to trail lower, his fingers continuing to torture my breasts as his tongue traced a hot line down my belly.
My sex swelled, and my inner muscles contracted. Surely, he wasn’t going to…
I gasped at the first flick of his tongue on my clit, and stars shot across my darkened vision. I cried out his name, and he rewarded me with another hot pulse of ecstasy.
I’d never imagined a man would kiss me like this, as though he was worshipping my body.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rumbled, nuzzling my inner thigh. His soft beard tickled my sensitive skin, making my nerves sparkle and dance.
No one had ever told me I was beautiful. Not like that: not like a promise. My fierce husband didn’t waste his words, and I knew he truly meant everything he said. He showed me that he meant it with every lash of his tongue against my pulsing sex, exploring me as though he could spend forever between my legs.
I wanted so badly to touch him, to give him pleasure the way he was lavishing me with bliss. My hands jerked against my bonds, and a frustrated whine slipped between my teeth.
“Sebastián. I want to touch you. Please, I—” My plea ended on a shriek when he bit down hard on my thigh, so dangerously close to my tender sex.
He released a low growl that rumbled straight into my core, a primal warning not to question him again.
Something between a sigh of surrender and a sob shuddered from my chest, and I went still beneath him. He licked me in reward, humming his satisfaction against my clit. Molten honey slid down my spine, pooling in my belly. My fingers and toes curled, all my muscles shaking with desire for release. He kept me on the edge, tormenting me with pleasure.
I begged and screamed his name, pleading for him to allow me completion. My sex was achy, throbbing painfully beneath his lashing tongue, the graze of his teeth.
One thick finger dipped between my folds as he gathered up my slick desire. His touch trailed lower, tracing the line of my slit all the way to my puckered bud. I tensed at the forbidden contact. He kissed my clit, and my hips lifted toward the decadent sensation. My movement opened me to him, and his finger slipped inside me, a sensual intrusion of my most vulnerable area.
“You’re mine,” he said, a dark vow. “All of you. I own every inch of your beautiful body, and I will claim what’s mine. You will accept me in every way, Isabel.” His finger sank deeper, lighting up pleasure points I’d never known existed. My inner muscles clamped down, unsure if I wanted to push him out or keep him deep inside me, marking me in this devastating way.
“I’m yours.” The oath left me on a breathy whimper. “I’m yours, Sebastián.”
Rewarding my complete surrender, he intensified his attention on my clit, lifting his free hand to torment my abused nipples. The flash of erotic pain sent me spiraling into dizzying pleasure, and my back arched as bliss washed through my body in a searing wave. My core fluttered, craving to be filled even as I reached my peak. He stroked me through my orgasm, not relenting until I was shaking and spent beneath him.
“You’re ready for me, tesoro.” It was a declaration, not a question.
My body was limp and languid, my muscles softened and supple. Tears of gratitude and wild joy stung the corners of my closed eyes as I realized that he’d been preparing me to accept his cock with minimal pain. He would take my virginity, but he’d made sure that I would always associate this first time with unbridled ecstasy.