Torn Bond (Bonded Duet 1)

“I don’t care what I said.” I pressed my body flush with hers, needing to feel her against every part of me. “I fuckin’ lied to you, sweetheart. You think I give a fuck if you’re my boss’s daughter?” I gritted my teeth, trying to tell myself to slow down, to take my time, but it was impossible when it came to Belle. “I didn’t want you involved in this fucked-up life. People think just because we’re on the right side of the law, everything is fine, but it’s not, Baby Belle.” I took a breath, about to reveal things to her that I’d never told anyone, but her hand pushing through my hair had me speechless.

“So what I hear you saying is that you did want to kiss me?” The small quirk of her lips had me drifting even closer to her.

“No.” I shook my head. “I didn’t want to kiss you.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and yanked her against me. “I fuckin’ needed too.” Our breaths mingled, and something snapped inside me. The carefully placed control I’d held on to for my entire life evaporated, and I knew I was about to take exactly what I wanted. “Just like now.”

She opened her mouth, about to answer me, but I wasn’t willing to give her the chance to say anything else. Words could be spoken all day long, but it was my actions that mattered most. She should have known I was lying because there was no way I kissed someone just because it took my fancy. When I opened myself up, I meant it, and I’d never opened myself up like this. I’d never wanted to. But as Belle’s eyes focused on me, I knew if I was to do it with anyone, it would be with her.

I slammed my lips onto hers, taking everything I needed, but I hadn’t expected her to be just as fierce back. She didn’t let me take over and dominate. No, she was fighting for control just as much as I was, and I couldn’t do anything but relent to it. She wanted this as much as I did, and I wasn’t going to put a stop to it. For the first time in my life, I was putting myself first and not worrying about everyone else around me.

I rocked my hips against her, my body taking over, and Belle’s answer was to roll on top of me and place her legs either side of mine. We were going hard and fast, and I wasn’t thinking about what would happen after this. I wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or next week. All I was thinking about was the way her body felt against mine and how I hated the clothes which separated us.

Pulling back a little, our lips parted, and I stared at her as I sat up. Her face was the same level as mine, and I slowly reached for the bottom of her tank top. My rough fingers trailed over her stomach as I pulled it up, and as soon as it was over her head, and her chest was bared to me, I dived for her nipples.

The moan she let loose was the best sound I’d ever heard, s

o I sucked on the pink bud harder and lapped my tongue against it, loving the way her fingers gripped my hair.

“Ford,” she groaned, and I swore, every hair on my body stood on end at the sound of her breathy voice. “Please, Ford.”

I wasn’t sure she really knew what she was asking, but I’d bow down to her demands just to hear her say my name like that again. My palms wrapped around her waist, and I drifted my fingers lower, pushing them underneath the boy shorts she had on. I pulled back from her nipple and stared into her eyes, so bright they looked like two blue diamonds, twinkling against the lights.

“Belle,” I ground out. All I wanted was to go hard and fast, but she deserved more than that. She deserved slow and sensual, but I wasn’t sure I could give her that, not at that moment. Not when she was half-naked, pressed against my cock. “I need to—”

“No.” She cut me off and placed her finger against my lips. “Don’t think about it,” she whispered, her hips jutting forward and causing my eyes to close. She was tearing me apart and gluing me back together again, all in one movement. How the hell did she do that? How the fuck did she know exactly what to do to drive me crazy and make me lose my mind?

“Just feel it, Ford.” Her hand drifted over my shoulder and down my pecs, and I knew she was following the trail of my tattoos. I opened my eyes as she leaned closer and pressed her lips to my neck, then whispered, “Feel me.”

I wanted to tell her that I could feel every inch of her pressed against me, but I couldn’t get my words out. She was a vixen, and I had nothing in my arsenal to stop her attack. I trailed my hand up her back and wrapped my palm around the back of her neck, then pulled her back so she could stare into my eyes. I needed her to see how serious I was, and the only way she could do that was by looking into my eyes.

“I’m only gonna say this once, Baby Belle. You want to forget this happened, then you need to get off of me right now.” I paused, waiting to see what she would do. But when she didn’t move, I continued, “Because right now, you’re seeing me holding back, but if you rub yourself against my cock once more, I ain’t gonna be able to—” I groaned as she moved her hips against me, and that was all the answer I needed to slam my lips back down onto hers.

I spun us around and laid her on the bed, throwing the covers off so they didn’t get in my way. Nothing could separate us, not now that she’d given me her silent answer. Actions spoke louder than words, and her actions had screamed in my face.

My lips traveled down her body, between her breasts, down to her hips, until I was centimeters away from her pussy. I inhaled a deep breath and flicked my gaze up at her. She was watching me in a daze, her hands gripping on to the sheet below us, and I grinned up at her.

I latched on to one side of her boy shorts and held them tight. I twisted them, and the tearing of material was the only sound in the room right before she gasped. I didn’t give a fuck if they were her favorite because they had to go. And fuck…I didn’t know what I expected once they were off her body, but it wasn’t what I saw. Part of me wanted to take my time and stare at her pussy, but that side of me wasn’t in control, so I dived right in and licked her. My tongue flattened so I could touch as much as I could, and her answering moan and hands gripping my hair were exactly what I wanted.

“Ford,” she groaned out and pushed her hips closer to my face.

I moved my hands beneath her, my fingers biting into the soft skin of her ass as I held her to me and feasted like I hadn’t eaten for months. And that was exactly what it felt like. I’d never tasted something so goddamn divine. Maybe it was because she was forbidden fruit, or maybe it was because I’d been holding myself back for so long. Or maybe it was just because she was Belle, and impossible to resist.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” Belle gasped, her fingers tightening so much in my hair that my scalp burned. But I could feel how wet she was as I licked her harder and faster. She was close, and I wasn’t willing to let up.

I pulled away so I could look up at her and licked my lips, tasting her all over me. Her head was thrown back, her chest pushed up in the air, and it was the sweetest sight I’d ever seen. “Hold tight, sweetheart.” Her gaze met mine, and I winked at her before I dove back in, going even faster this time and needing to feel her pulsating clit as she let herself go for me.

It was mere seconds until she was shouting my name, and then I latched on to her clit. She went off like a rocket, fast, impactful, and fuckin’ beautiful. I could have felt, tasted, and listened to her orgasm all day long.

“Fuck, Ford,” she groaned out, and I finally let go of her pussy and climbed over her. I swiped my arm over my lips.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

Her hands cupped each side of my face, and I expected her to shy away from me, but she just planted her lips against mine and pushed her tongue inside my mouth. Wrapping my arms around her, I pressed the length of my body against hers, feeling her wetness on my sweats.

“Take them off,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her gaze connected with mine, and I could see how much she wanted this with just one look. I pushed my hips up and moved one of my arms around so I could yank my sweats off. We were so close, only a sheet of paper could separate us, and as soon as the tip of my cock touched her skin, I nearly lost it.

“Baby Belle,” I groaned out, my voice deeper and rougher than I’d ever heard it. “I need to feel you.”

“Please,” she begged with a tilt of her hips. That one move had the tip of my cock pushing against her wetness. Neither of us looked away as I wrapped my hand around the base and guided myself to her opening.