She arched into his touch with a gasp—and only then realized that she couldn't move her wrists.
Instead of fragile chains, they'd been restrained by something that didn't give even when she tried to move her hands.
Or perhaps, he'd used his powers to use his gold to bind her...
The thought sent another powerful pulse of desire through her. Her body throbbed, her inner walls clenching as his thumb circled her nipple.
“Beautiful,” he said huskily, and then there was the musical sound of further chains of gold being draped across her body.
He fastened something in her hair—the tiara with the rubies, she assumed—and then cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, the caress slow and lingering.
Then, just as slowly, he began making his way down her body, kissing and licking until she felt as if her body was on fire.
She was squirming beneath him, as much as she could—which wasn't much, since his gold was firmly holding her captive.
And then, at last, he was between her legs. She spread her thighs, needing him so much—but if anything, he went even more slowly.
The first touch of his tongue was already enough to nearly undo her.
Her hips came off the bed—but the chains he'd draped over her suddenly tightened, keeping her in place.
A second later, she was grateful for their weight when his tongue swirled around her clit.
A cry escaped her. She could feel herself trembling all over—and then his tongue circled around her again and again, exploring her hungrily while the gold held her spread for his exploration.
Her orgasm rushed through her, every pulse of it only making her want him more. As she trembled through it, he kept exploring her folds. A finger slid against her, and she pushed eagerly against him, as much as she could.
Then his finger was inside her, slowly sliding in and out, twisting in just the right way to make her feel as if she was on fire. He pushed her higher and higher as she clenched around him, helplessly moaning his name.
And then he kissed her clit again, the hot, wet sensation of his tongue making pleasure throb through her.
She strained against the gold, heat rushing through her veins. When she came again, the force of her climax left her trembling in her chains of gold.
The darkness behind her eyes had been replaced by golden light now.
She couldn't see him. She couldn't touch him.
But she could feel him.
Through the mate bond, she could feel his own desire, the aching need to be one with her. And her own body reacted in turn, longing to feel him inside her, longing to feel his own pleasure.
At last, he released her and moved over her. With her sight taken away, every sensation felt more intense. She could feel the heat of his skin as it dragged against her own, the way his muscles tightened as he held himself in position, the hardness of his shaft, silky and hot as it brushed her thigh.
She still couldn't move, his gold holding her in place—but finally, finally, he moved.
Another cry escaped her as he slid inside her, fitting perfectly. The heat of him filled her while she clenched around him.
With thrust after thrust, he laid claim to her body. Through the mate bond, she could almost see him now, despite the blindfold, his body outlined by the golden glow. It pulsed in time with his thrusts, the light growing in intensity along with the pleasure building inside her.
Her fingers clenched, her wrists still held above her head by his gold. She wanted to touch him, run her hands through his hair. But all she could do was relax into the bonds and feel him, feel him laying claim to her, his shaft sliding deep inside her with every thrust until she was trembling with need.
Heat sizzled across her skin, along her spine. Her clit felt unbearably swollen and sensitive. She could almost taste his desire in the air, sharp and hot and smoky, male musk and burning fire.
Breathless and dizzy with need, she arched against him, his gold hot against her skin. At the same time, his hips came forward one last time.
Even as she finally felt herself tumbling over the edge, her climax overwhelming her with the force of wildfire, she heard him gasp her name as he filled her with the heat of his own release.
There were still golden chains on her when her breathing calmed long minutes later—but they slipped off her skin easily as she moved. She reached up and pulled down the blindfold at last, still breathless.