He straddled me like he had before. “Do. Not. Move.” He climbed off of me and was back in less than a minute. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.”
He took my wrist in his hand, wrapped something soft around it, and then pulled it taut. As much as I wanted to see where he’d tied it off, there was no way I’d open my eyes and give him a reason to stop. He did the same with my other wrist.
I waited in anticipation for what he’d do next, never dreaming that I’d feel his hand wrap something around my ankle.
“Do not open your eyes,” he warned, as if he’d read my mind and knew I was about to. I squeezed my lids shut. My breathing accelerated when I felt him bind my other ankle.
His hands grasped my waist as his mouth landed on my drenched pussy. He dragged his tongue through my slit again and again. When he stopped, I squeezed my eyes again in a desperate attempt not to look to see what he’d do next.
“Open them,” he demanded instead, and I did. He rested his cheek against my belly and smiled. “You’re all mine now, little Rebel, and I intend to wring every ounce of pleasure there is out of this hot…fucking…body.”
“Please,” I begged, trying to stop from writhing beneath him.
He raised his head. “Where shall I begin?”
“Where you were works for me.”
He smiled and shook his head. “You forgot your consequences. You don’t get to choose, Rebel.”
Over the course of what felt like hours, Edge painstakingly slowly got to know every inch of my body. He used his lips, his tongue, his hands, his fingers. Every time I was close to coming, he stopped what he was doing, waited a few seconds, and then began his assault somewhere else.
My nipples ached. My pussy throbbed. I was almost crying I wanted to come so badly. When I felt as though I was about to lose my mind, Edge made it worse by moving away from me.
“No,” I cried.
“No?” he asked, holding up a condom. “Are you certain?”
“No. I mean, yes. Please. God. Edge. Please.”
He smiled. “If you’re sure.”
“Please,” I moaned again.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, thrusting long, thick fingers inside me. “Yes. I believe you are.”
I wanted to close my eyes again and focus only on how it felt when Edge was finally inside me, but I couldn’t. I was mesmerized by his every movement. He was as graceful as he was powerful. At the same moment I felt his hardness at my opening, he leaned forward and bit my nipple. I cried out in pain at the exact moment he thrust into me, and the orgasm that he’d held at bay came crashing through me.
He fucked me harder, longer, deeper than anyone ever had before, each thrust more powerful than the last.
I longed to touch him, wrap my arms around him, feel the muscles in his ass flex as his cock pounded into me. Before I could ask him to release my hands, it was as though something in him let loose. What I’d thought was his all before, felt soft compared to the way he fucked me now. When he bit my other nipple and I cried out like I had earlier, he roared. “You are mine, Rebel. Mine. Do you understand?”
“Take me, Edge. Take all of me,” I cried as he thrust harder and harder into me. “I want to touch you. Let me touch you,” I pleaded.
He slowed with my words, and I wanted to cry for him to keep moving.
“You will, little Rebel. I told you, tonight I’ll wring every ounce of pleasure from this body. And when I’m done, we’ll begin again. Whatever you want, you’ll have.” He stopped moving completely and stared into my eyes. “And whatever I want, I’ll have too.”
He thrust into me again, slowly at first and then picking up the rhythm until he was slamming into me. “Come with me,” he growled and I did, clenching him with my body as I felt him shudder and pulse inside me.
My sweaty body chilled when he rolled away, and I groaned.
“I’ll just be a second.” True to his word, he was right back, untying both my legs, rubbing each one in turn before releasing my arms and doing the same to them.
Once he had, he lay on his back. “Come here.” He pulled me on top of him. My legs on his; my stomach on his; my breasts against his chest; my head resting on his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you,” I murmured.