He ran the flat of his tongue over her sex in one long, languid lick, and she nearly jumped out of her skin—the sudden sensation overloading her desperate nerve endings. “Oh, God.”
He didn’t wait for her to inhale another breath. Bracing his hands on the backs of her thighs to keep her still, he brought his lips and tongue over her slick tissues and made love to her with his mouth. Licking, nibbling, and suckling in a sensual dance that had her screaming his name in orgasm long before he deemed it time to grant her mercy.
When he finally raised his head, her throat felt raw and her body trembled, but still she needed. Wanted. She tried to reach out for him, but the ties prevented it, and a frustrated whimper escaped. He brushed the dampened hair from her forehead, his gaze intense. “Ready for me, sugar?”
She let out a relieved sigh. “So ready.”
He pulled at the knots in the bindings, releasing her legs, then reached over to the bedside table to grab one of the condoms he had laid on top of it, but she shook her head.
“What’s wrong? Do you need a minute?”
She cleared her throat, trying to fight past the scratchiness. “No condom. I’m on the pill. I don’t want anything between us.”
His worried expression softened into one of heavy-lidded wanting, and he leaned down to kiss her, his lips still shiny with her own juices. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, eliciting a hoarse groan from him, and his body melted over hers. He smelled of soap and sex and Reid—a heady opiate that made her drunk with desire. She wrapped her legs around his hips and twined her fingers in his hair, the simple pleasure of exploring his mouth and feeling his bare skin against hers a luxury.
Reid’s large palms spanned her hips, gripping hard and positioning her, his controlled demeanor fraying in the heat of their kiss. She arched against him and the smooth head of his shaft nudged her opening. She spread her thighs wider, her body begging for him.
He didn’t need a written invitation. With a strangled groan, he thrust forward, his cock sliding to the hilt and filling her to delicious capacity. She sighed beneath him.
His forehead pressed against hers, his breathing labored as he held himself still inside her. “How do you expect me to maintain dominance when you completely unravel me, sugar?”
She looked up through her lashes at him. “Fuck me into submission, sir?”
His lips curled into a rapacious grin. “That’s going to take a lifetime.”
“Count on it.”
He tangled his fingers in her hair and began to move, his eyes not leaving hers. He wasn’t gentle or slow—a fact for which she was eternally grateful. Instead, he drove into her with barely restrained violence. Fucking her. Marking her. Claiming her as his.
And driving her out of her ever-loving mind.
Her thighs tightened around his waist, and sweat glazed both their bodies. She wouldn’t hold out long. The rising swell of sensation hovered at the edge of her perception, ready to engulf her. She dug her nails into his biceps and clung to the last vestiges of her control, trying to wait for his permission to let go. But just as she thought she would fall apart, he slid out of her, leaving her aching and half insane.
She opened her mouth to protest, but he halted her.
“On your hands and knees, Brynn. Now.”
The steel in his tone went straight to her core, her arousal climbing higher than she thought possible. “Yes, sir.”
On shaking limbs, she rolled onto her belly and got into position.
He gave her a low hum of approval and ran a hand over her bottom, sending her thighs trembling in response. “Spread your knees and tilt up for me. I want all of you.”
She swallowed hard, knowing what he was going to do. A few weeks ago, the thought would have sent her into a spiral of terror. She’d never given herself to anyone in that way. It had only been taken. Stolen.
But now she wanted nothing more than for Reid to have her there, to chase away every last hint of darkness within her and replace it with the shining light of their love. She had reclaimed her life and now she would reclaim her body. This gift was hers to give.
She widened her knees and opened herself to him. His palms slid along her waist, and he planted a kiss at the base of her spine. Then, his hand dipped in front of her, finding her swollen clit. She jerked, the simple touch sending sparks through her, and she pressed her forehead into the sheets. His voice soothed as his hand worked her. “What do you want, sugar?”
Her body rocked against his hand, needing more of him, all of him. Everywhere. Her words came out in short pants. “Take me, Reid. All of me.”
The warmth of his chest draped over her back as he brushed her ear with his lips. “I’m going to go easy, but you need to tell me if anything is too much.”
He shifted away from her for a moment and dug in the bedside drawer. His hot palms caressed her ass, easing any remaining nerves before he smoothed cool gel over the sensitive opening. She shivered, the chill of the lubricant and the sharp snap of pleasure from his touch a luscious combination.
“You look so fucking sexy all spread and waiting for me,” he said as he eased a well-lubricated finger past the tight ring of muscle and his other hand continued to work her clit.
“Holy shit.” Her hands gripped the sheets, the intense sensation instantly pushing her closer to orgasm. “That’s… oh, wow.”