With Visions of Red: Book 3 (The Broken Bonds 3)

He leans over me, one hand supporting his weight on the bed, the other skillfully unbuttoning my jeans. My stomach dips with a flutter as he slips his hand beneath the band and pulls them down my thighs.

I arch my back as he tugs my jeans all the way off, discarding them to the floor, his intense gaze never leaving mine. The cool kiss of air slides over my skin, making me shiver, as he grasps the hem of my shirt and pushes it toward my head.

He pauses just as the material covers my eyes, and his hands anchor my wrists to the bed. “I am so very tempted to take you right now.” His whispered words graze my lips, then his mouth is on the swell of my breast, his tongue circling and tasting me.

A fierce ache blooms between my thighs. I lift my hips, making satisfying contact with the coarse jeans concealing his hardness. “Now,” I beg.

I feel his smile against my skin. “Not yet.”

The shirt clears my head, and Colton wastes little time removing the last articles of my clothing. The bra finds its place on the floor next to my underwear. I lay bare before him, the only item on my person the rope bracelet that claims me as his.

Only now, I can honestly say that every inch of my flesh belongs to him. And I bask in the knowledge that the man before me is mine. My gaze drags over his well-defined chest and chiseled stomach as he reaches behind his head and yanks off his shirt.

That one move slays me. I’ve seen him perform Shibari—his muscles gathering and flexing as he masterfully manipulates the rope, his body perfectly tuned to deliver pleasure. But here, right now, as he unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops, I swear, I’ve never seen him exude so much sex appeal.

/> He loops the belt in his hand, and I press my thighs together in anticipation. His lips twist into a sultry, crooked smile. “This isn’t for you, goddess.” He tosses the belt to the floor. “At least, not tonight.” His pants drop, revealing his hard want as it strains against his black boxers.

He wraps his hand around his hard shaft and grips, sending a pleasurable quiver through me. “Stand up.”

It’s the first time I’ve been completely unbound with Colton—and yet, I’ve never felt more dominated. His deep voice wraps around me and commands my body to respond as if I’m tethered securely within his ropes.

“Place everything you’re wearing on the bed,” he says.

I move to my dresser, open the top drawer, and riffle through my lingerie. And understanding dawns: I’m no longer struggling to look the part for the UNSUB—I’m selecting items for Colton. This is for him.

I lay my choices atop the comforter, earning an approving grin from Colton. He takes his time, trailing his rough palms up my arms, across my back, along my hips. Touching every inch of me with sure, branding intent.

When he reaches my inner thigh, I close my eyes, knowing he’ll feel how wet I am. He grazes my lips, thrumming my body, the aftershock of his touch making me quake. Then, with a guttural command, he flattens his hand against my back and pushes me chest-down on the foot of the bed.

His mouth finds my hot center in the next beat, and I gasp in a sharp breath at the feel of his tongue tasting me. Gripping my thighs, he spreads my legs wide, giving him unfettered access. My belly tightens as he slips a finger inside me, sampling, teasing, making me crave more.

An impossible task, but he manages to slide one of my stockings onto my toes, then up my calf. The whole while, his talented tongue and mouth never leave me. The feel of his hands working and caressing the silken material onto my body has me trembling for release. He stops when the stocking reaches my thigh.

“Turn around,” he directs.

On shaky legs, I push myself up to stand and face him. Kneeling before me, he holds the other stocking. This slow perusal of my body is a new kind of torture. I’m tempted to straddle him—bring him to the brink with me.

But before that thought can be realized, he palms my calf and guides my toes into the stocking. He slowly drags it up my leg and, when he reaches my thigh, angles my leg over his shoulder. He grabs my ass, forcing my hips forward.

I tense as he sucks me into his mouth, his tongue firm and purposeful as it flicks over my clit. My hands go to his hair, gripping, needing support as I balance between ecstasy and falling. But my leg doesn’t give out. I press into him, demanding. My body ordering him not to stop.

Only right when I feel the wetness slick my thighs, he pulls back. A moan of discontent slips free, and he groans. “Hand me the garter belt.” I can hear the strain in his voice, the constraint.

It puts a wicked smile on my face to know he’s near breaking, too. I reach behind, grab the garter, dangle it above him. His eyes blaze with want as he tugs it from my grasp.

“You sure dressing me is what you really want to do?”

A smile slants his mouth. “Right this second…I really want to taste that sassy mouth.” He rises onto his feet and cups my face, his lips crash against mine.

I reel back from the impact, desperate to find my footing and push all of my desire back against him…but just as quickly, he steps away, leaving me breathless and needy.

He stretches out the garter, testing its elasticity. “This could be put to better use,” he says, slipping the black material around my waist. “But we’ll save that for another night, too.” As he connects the clasps, he works the belt down around my hips, his fingers dragging possessively over my skin.

Dropping to his knees, he cups my hips and nips the tender flesh of my belly. I flinch, and he continues to kiss and bite his way toward my mound. Taking his time there, he runs a strap of the belt through his fingers—the same way I’ve seen him toy with his ropes—then tugs it down where he attaches it to the stocking.

With just as much finesse and tenderness, he clasps the other ends of the garter belt to my stockings, his eyes intense, his purpose to claim me pouring through him with every exchange.

My eyes are closed, my whole body one heartbeat, trusting him and anticipating his next move. I feel the heat of his skin against my nipples. They pebble, just as desperate for his attention. He never denies me.