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Fire Bound (Sea Haven/Sisters of the Heart 5)

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They'd ridden for about forty-five minutes, neither speaking because... well... she couldn't speak. She could only breathe away the hunger that had become so ravenous she thought she would have to beg him to stop and give her some release. She breathed a sigh of relief when Casimir stopped abruptly and dismounted.

Lissa looked around her. They were in a grove of trees. The sound of water trickled somewhere nearby. It was very secluded and she sent up a little prayer of thanks. When he lifted his arms to her, she went into them immediately. He held her close while she got her legs back under her.

"Take off your blouse, golubushka," he said softly. "But leave your bra on."

She didn't hesitate. She was so ready. She unbuttoned her blouse. He took it from her, folded it carefully and put it in the bag attached to his saddle.

"I noticed you like me to play with your breasts. That really turns you on. And you especially like me to be a little rough with your nipples." He drew the chain out of his pocket. "These will feel like fingers applying pressure, keeping your breasts stimulated. But, malyshka, if it doesn't feel good, we won't do it."

She wanted the chain. It was beautiful, and she could see in his eyes that the very idea brought him pleasure. She nodded, her breath caught in her lungs.

He drew her toward him, hooking her around the waist. "You'll like this, Giacinta. This is fun for both of us, preparing you for your clamps."

That brought another spasm deep in her sex. If he didn't get on with it, she wasn't going to need his cock inside her, she'd be having a wild orgasm all by herself.

He bent his head to her breasts. He had a talented mouth and he used it. Licking. Sucking. Biting. His hands kneaded the soft mounds while his mouth and tongue worked her nipples. She found herself nearly sobbing, cradling his head to her, pressing on him, wanting more. Needing more. Her nipples were so hard, standing straight up, and she could barely speak.

"Honey, I can't stand it. I need more. Let me have your..." She reached down for the front of his jeans.

He stepped back and held up the chain. "I think you're ready now. I'll be gentle." He opened the clamp to the fullest and, watching her face carefully, began to screw it on.

Her breath left her lungs in a long rush at the pressure. Fire raced from her nipple straight to her clit. He stopped just before it went from pleasure/pain to sheer pain. He bent and brushed a kiss over her nipple and turned his attention to the other breast. When she was fully clamped and the chain was suspended between her breasts, he stepped back, his hand skimming down her bare midriff before he just stood there studying her.

"You look so beautiful. I knew that black skirt and bra would look so fucking hot with that gold chain. Come on, malyshka." He beckoned to her.

She walked toward him. Slow. Each step deliberate. Watching his face, loving the look. When she reached him, her spanned her waist with his hands.

"Pick up your skirt like you did before," he whispered, his hands stroking over her body. Touching her. He tipped her face back with fingers under her chin and took her mouth. There was possession in his kiss. Command. He took complete control. "Do it," he murmured against her mouth. "Lift your skirt like I showed you." He kissed her again. And again. Over and over.

Lissa could barely think with wanting him. Her blood roared in her ears, rushed through her veins like a fireball, settling low until the pressure and the burn were so strong she tried moving into him to wrap one leg around him.

"Your skirt." There was iron in his voice.

She obeyed without thinking. Instantly he lifted her and set her on the back of the horse. She clutched the animal with her thighs automatically, squeezing hard. The fibers in the thin pad he'd strapped over the saddle seat rubbed into her sex. Her horse side-stepped, sending her breasts and the chain swaying, adding tension and pressure to her nipples. She gasped at the dual sensations.

"Honey," she breathed. She looked down at his upturned face. He stared at her with a look she'd never seen before, one that made her slick with desire. Her channel spasmed. She wanted to see that look a million more times. Sitting in the saddle, dripping with need, lust rising, desire so intense she barely knew her own name, was worth it just for that look.

He adjusted his jeans, opened them in the front to give the thick girth more room and swung on his horse.

"Casimir, someone might come along..."

"They won't." He didn't say anything else, but he rode beside her, watching her face more than the trail.

With every step the horse took, her breasts swayed. The fibers caressed and stroked her hungry sex. She tried subtly rubbing her body along the pad in the hopes it would relieve some of the tension coiled so tight in her, but the action, along with the rocking motion of the horse, only increased her need. Every so often, without a word, Casimir leaned over and hooked his finger in the chain, lifting it gently. The action lifted her breasts and increased the pressure on her nipples until she cried out, nearly sobbing for relief. She arched her back and rubbed her thighs frantically.

"Honey, I need you." She whispered the admission, unable to stand the scorching fire between her legs one more minute. Her entire body felt on fire.

"I'm sorry, Giacinta." He kept riding, smiling down at her. "I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

She sighed. He was in the mood to play. "I said I need you. I really do."

"What do you need from me?" he asked.

"You know very well."

He put his boot heels into the side of his horse and instantly it began a slow trot. Her horse automatically followed suit. With every bounce, lightning sizzled from nipples to clit. She swore it flashed through her body, strike after strike.

"I need your cock," she called. "Please, honey. Right now. I need it inside me, right now."

He immediately turned his horse around, back to hers. His hands went to the front of his jeans. Standing in the stirrups, he freed his cock completely, so it jutted out in front of him, an intimidating steel spike. She wanted to weep with joy at the sight. She needed him so much she was nearly incoherent.

He took the reins of her horse from her hands and hooked a lead rope onto the animal's bridle. "Hold your skirt up," he ordered, and reached for her.

Her breasts swayed as he transferred her from her saddle to his horse. He set her on the larger animal, one hand sliding under her skirt, the other steadying her. He ripped the lace away from her body, wadded it up and shoved it in the pocket of his jeans. Her breath came in frantic, ragged gasps. She couldn't stop her hands from stroking his cock, that magnificent part of him she needed so desperately. In truth, she barely was aware of her panties being gone, she couldn't take her hands or her mind from his heavy erection. Other than his exposed cock, he was fully clothed. For some reason, that made her feel all the more erotic sitting there in her bra, the gold chain and her skirt hiked up nearly to her waist with no panties.

He stood in the stirrups again. "Take out my balls, Giacinta."

Nearly sobbing for him, licking her lips, she did so immediately, widening the gap in his jeans so she could bring his heavy sac into the open air. His hands spanned her waist again. Casimir lifted her, her breasts brushing his chest.

"Keep your skirt up," he commanded again. She did so, feeling the crown of his cock pushing against her slick entrance. "Is this what you want, malyshka?"

She gripped the base of his cock, holding him still, but he continually moved her body, holding her suspended over him, all the while controlling the horse with his thighs.

"Yes." She could see that wasn't enough for him. He teased her, smearing her slick heat all around the head of his cock without letting her impale herself. "Please, honey, I can't stand it."

She was going to go insane. Her entire attention was focused on the junction between her legs, the fire roaring there, and his beautiful, long, thick cock.

"So desperate. Since you ask so sweetly..."



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