Only Pleasure (Bound Hearts 10)

"Be mine," he whispered, knowing she was his already. The moment she reached this plateau, he had known, Kia belonged to him.

"Do we finish this, Kia?" He kept his voice soft, soothing, a rough croon. "Do we finish this, sweetheart?"

"Finish me," she sobbed, dazed, her voice thick and driven. "Now. Now, Chase. Please. "

Barely coherent, the sobs tightened his balls to agonizing need. He drew in a hard breath, closed his eyes, and gave himself a second. Just a second to maintain control. When he opened them, he knew she was there. Ready to peak, to lose, for a few precious seconds, the last hold on reality once her orgasm exploded inside her.

He eased back, feeling her clench around his retreating cock until only the thick crest remained. He paused again, feeling the tension ratchet, feeling it drive inside him like a spike of pure ecstatic hunger.

He gripped her hips, his thighs bunching, then impaled her in one long, hard thrust.

She screamed, arched. Her stomach rippled, shudders began to tear through her muscles.

He paused. A second. Two.

"Mine," he whispered. "Fucking mine. Mine, Kia. You'll always be mine. "

He was barely aware of the words, lost in his own pleasure now. One hand moved between her thighs, the other clung to her hips. He found her clit, laid his thumb over it, and then began thrusting.

Hard. Deep. Powerful, forceful thrusts as he slammed inside her.

The slow rise to ecstasy quickened, hardened inside Kia. She could hear herself screaming, trying to scream. The pressure on her clit stroked her to ecstatic, glorious release as the hard, furious strokes inside her sent her into a realm of exploding planets, brilliant colors, and pure, blazing white-hot orgasm.

She was coming, exploding, the release tearing through her over and over again, throwing her, tossing her through space and light until the final explosion sent her careening into the dark.

She was still flying. She could feel it. She knew it. But reality ceased and there was only sensation, liquid, heated, overwhelming sensation that drew a dark, pulsating blanket of pleasure around her.

For long, intense moments, Kia didn't exist. Just the dark. Just the blanket. Just the pure, undiluted wash of sensations that filled her senses and tore her past reality for long, desperate seconds.

He had won. She had won, because she felt him slump over her as she blinked, fighting to focus, feeling him shudder as his release spilled inside her with hard, white-hot pulses of semen.

They had won.

She collapsed beneath him, exhausted, weightless now. She had, for those few blinding seconds, lost consciousness, but while she had been there, while he had done as he had dared her he would, she hadn't been lost. She swore, just for that moment in time, she had been a part of Chase.

She had felt his claim on her. Unspoken. Silent. Not even fully acknowledged by him. She had known the possession and the possessiveness. She had seen the darkness, and it was her as well.

Chase eased from her slowly. The feel of his cock, so sensitive, still throbbing with sensation, withdrawing from the tight grip she had on him, brought a groan from his chest. He eased back, turned off the vibration in her rear, and felt spikes of pure sensation race through his body at her moan when he released the inflated plug and eased it from her.

He collapsed beside her, tossing the toy to the table beside the bed, barely finding the strength to pull her into his arms, to hold on to her with a strength born of desperation.

Had he ever felt anything like that? Hell, he thought he might have passed out himself as his cum spurted inside her, filling her body as he swore she had filled his heart for long, endless seconds.

He didn't know where she had taken him during those endless seconds of release, and he wasn't certain if he wanted to know.

He breathed in long and deep, forced his heart to slow, to ease, then somehow found the strength to rise from the bed and lift her into his arms.

Carrying her into the bathroom, he couldn't believe the weakness in his arms and his legs. He sat at the edge of the tub and flipped the tub stopper before turning on the water and adjusting the temperature.

He gave it a minute to fill the bottom of the tub before he eased into it, holding her against him as he settled them both into the comforting liquid.

"No," she muttered, obviously put out as he adjusted her between his legs, her side resting against his chest. "I want to sleep. "

"You sleep, baby. " He grinned as he pulled a washcloth from the small shelf by the tub and gripped the bottle of shower gel he had put in the bathroom the day before.

The sensual scent of jasmine didn't smell so good on his skin, but damn if it didn't smell good on hers. He poured a thick amount on the wet cloth, sudsed it, and began to bathe her.

She deserved this. She had deserved it that first time he and Khalid had taken her together, and he had been terrified of sharing it with her. Of being this close to her. Somehow, he had known this would be different with Kia than it had ever been with any other woman.