“Thankfully, you’re not Lizzy. Now lie down.”
She hedged, and he knew it was merely a defiant move to prove she wasn’t accustomed to taking orders. But lust apparently got the best of her, because she did as he requested. She stretched out on his bed and fanned out her wavy, still-damp hair against the mound of pillows.
He eyed her previously wounded hand. “I’ll be very careful.”
Her look was an appreciative one. “You always are with me.”
Davian pressed both her wrists together, then gently bound them with the sash, leaving the material loose enough so she could easily wiggle out of it if she wanted to. He had no intention of pulling tight enough to potentially create any pain. He was much too cognizant of her hyper-sensitivity to sensation to add any sort of strain on her.
Guiding her to lift her arms over her head, he secured the sash through an intricate cutout in the polished-wood headboard, just below the scrolled trim at the top. His hands glided over her skin from her wrists to the undersides of her arms. Then he palmed her breasts and she writhed on the mattress.
He stood alongside her, the bed at waist-height for him. His erection pushed against the crotch of his boxer briefs and the front of his black leather pants. He wore nothing else, due to the warmth generated from the fire he’d built to keep Jade comfortable. And the way his body ignited at the sight of her, the feel of her.
Her firm breasts didn’t quite fill his large hands. His thumbs swept over the hard, dusty rose nipples and she let out a soft sigh. Her legs pressed together, as though she experienced the same ache between them as he felt between his own.
“You are so beautiful,” he told her as he gazed down at her.
One of his hands skimmed over her ribcage to her slightly rounded belly. She had enticing curves that drove him wild. His fingers grazed along her upper thigh, and then the inner portion, the flesh quivering beneath his touch.
When his fingertips brushed her mound, covered by neatly trimmed black hair, her legs spread.
“You want me to touch you here.”
“Yes.” Her voice held a restless note to it.
The pads of his fingers lightly stroked her pussy lips, back and forth. Her butt wriggled on the bed and she twisted at the waist, shifting toward him, as though to give him better access.
He already had the perfect access to her. “Stay still,” he commanded.
“Right,” she lightly scoffed. “It’s so easy to just lie here stiffly while your hands are on me.”
“Wait until my mouth is on you.”
She moaned. “I can only imagine how amazing that will feel.”
“You’ll know for a fact. In time.”
“Ah, see. There is arrogance.”
“No,” he was quick to say. “There’s a deep-seated need to please you. Plain and simple.”
He ran two fingers between her slick lips, rubbing her swollen clit. Her hips rose, jutting toward him.
“Careful,” he warned once again. “Don’t pull the tie too tight. I don’t want it to hurt your wrists.”
“You’ve barely restrained me,” she said, her eyes glowing, telling him she enjoyed the game they played.
“Yes, but you do seem to be helping things along.” She clutched the sash with both hands, further restricting herself. “And that is damn sexy.”
He wanted her in the worst way. She was sprawled atop the duvet, her luscious body squirming with each stroke. Flickers of firelight caressed her porcelain skin. Tiny pants of air blew through her teeth and filled the quiet room. Her nipples puckered tight and cream seeped from her pussy, the evocative scent wafting under his nose. He eased a finger into her tight canal, and she let out a cry of pleasure.
He massaged her inner walls as her hips rolled in response. Her thighs drew together again, pressing in on him, as though to keep his hand in place. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Bending at the waist, he curled his tongue around one taut nipple and then suckled it as he worked in a second finger and pumped slowly.
“Davian.” This said with such need and yearning, it did more than spike his pulse and desire for her. It tugged at his heartstrings.
Her pussy contracted around his fingers as she continued to writhe impatiently on the bed, as though seeking release from the tension building within her. He’d happily give it to her. His fingers stroked her inner walls as he pinched and rolled the pebbled bud he wasn’t teasing with his mouth.