Bound (Mastered 1)

Ronin tipped her face up. Then he crushed his lips to hers and dove in for a blistering kiss as he rolled her onto her back.

Her thighs gripped his as she waited for that first hard thrust. But Ronin slipped into her carefully, slowing the kiss down to match the speed of his movements. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held on.

He broke the kiss to say, “Cant your hips.”

Amery crossed her ankles behind his back, giving him a deeper angle. She arched but couldn’t feel the press of his chest against hers through the binding around her br**sts.

She traced the muscles in his left biceps with her tongue while she curled her hands around his hips. Her thumbs slid into the deep groove of muscle running along both sides of his lower abdomen.

“Amery.”

Hearing her name as a demand, she turned her head and let his mouth reclaim hers.

This was such sweet heat. Bodies in motion. That crescendo building with every pump of his hips. She never wanted it to end.

Ronin grabbed her left knee, pushing it up and out. Then he twisted his pelvis, hitting her clitoris on every upward thrust, and his balls swung against her anus on each downward pass.

“Omigod.” She’d never felt anything so deliciously dirty.

“Like that, do you?”

Amery answered in a soft moan as he did it again.

And again.

And again.

And again until she came undone again.

His stamina, whether from martial arts discipline or just from practice between the sheets, was something to behold. Something to celebrate because she’d never felt like this before. Sexy. Freed. Wanted. The way he touched her stole her breath.

He pounded into her harder. “Hold on to me.”

She gripped the back of his neck.

“Look at me.”

Amery tilted her head down and met his gaze.

“Beautiful.”

Ronin arched back and came in silence even as his body moved frantically. He didn’t slow; he just shoved in deep and stayed there.

She licked another rivulet of sweat, rubbing her face in his damp flesh, marking herself with his scent. She might never shower again.

When he came back to himself, he nuzzled her cheek. Then he stroked her skin as he undid the scarf.

“That was . . .” She fought a yawn. “Incredible. But you wore me out in bed and in class, so I’m tired.”

“So sleep.”

“Will you stay?”

“Yes. Let me ditch the condom.”

Amery heard him in the bathroom. When he returned to bed, he snugged himself against her back and placed his palm flat on her belly, pulling her closer.

Maybe it made her weird, but she liked that he said nothing as they floated off to sleep together.

• • •

THE next morning Amery found herself alone in an empty bed and had a pang of disappointment that Ronin had left in the middle of the night.

No, he had his wicked way with you in the middle of the night.

She’d awoken from a deep sleep to his hands on her everywhere. Her br**sts, her ass, her hair as he pulled her ni**les into hard points. He’d slipped a finger into her pu**y, then two, whispering, “You’re already wet for me.” He’d taken her like that, spooned to her back, her right leg draped over his as he entered her from behind. His breath hot in her ear. His fingers rubbing her clit. His c**k driving into her until they both exploded. They’d even fallen asleep like that for a while.

Amery heard the shower shut off the same time “Wake up, sleepyhead” echoed up the stairs. “I brought you a cup of your favorite mocha java blend.”

She didn’t have time to straighten her hair, or put clothes on—she barely had time to clutch the sheet across her naked br**sts before Chaz bounded into her bedroom. She really needed to remember to lock the door between her work and living space.

“You must be tired this morning if you’re still lying in bed.” Chaz paused at the end of the bed. “Wait. Are you sick or something?”

“No. But this isn’t really—”

“‘Or something’ applies this morning,” Ronin said from the doorway.

Chaz gasped.

So did Amery, but not for the same reason. Ronin Black was a vision of male perfection: water beading on his well-defined chest, his wet hair falling around his unshaven face, giving him that dangerously sexy look. The small towel wrapped around his lean hips above his washboard abs left little to the imagination.

“Oh. Oh, damn. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you had company because you never have overnight guests.” Chaz cranked his head around quickly. “I apologize, Master Black, for barging in. I’ll just set this coffee down and go.”

Then Chaz was gone.

Amery sighed. “I believe that’s the first time I’ve ever seen Chaz flustered.”

“Why? Because you’re using your bed for something besides sleeping?”

She grabbed the coffee and took a big swig. “No. Because you’re half-naked and that’s enough to make anyone flustered, faced first thing in the morning with”—she gestured to his body—“all that.”

Ronin smiled. “Keep piling on the flattery, and I’ll have you pinned to the bed flustering you again.”

Amery poked him on his bare chest when he perched next to her. “No fair flashing that smile at me first thing this morning either.”

He swiped her coffee, swallowed a mouthful, and set the cup aside. Then he pounced on her.