His hand snaked beneath my dress with an urgency that told me I’d have lost my panties with one sharp tug...if I’d been wearing any. He froze, eyes flaring with hunger. “You’re not wearing any panties.” The words came out strangled.
In less than a millisecond, my brand new dress was on the floor, his mouth was devastating mine, and a finger was thrusting inside me. He swallowed my moan as my body clamped around his finger. I pulled back, gasping. “What if someone sees?” The side walls of the balcony were too high for the neighbours to see anything, but there were many apartments.
Completely undeterred, he continued driving his finger in and out. “We’re too near to the balcony door for anyone above or below to see.”
True, but…“People might hear us.”
“Well yes, yes they might.” And the weird bastard seemed to be turned on by that. “Which means you’ll have to be very quiet.”
I bit my lip, doing my best to hold back every moan, gasp, whimper, and groan as his finger plunged, swirled, and twisted. When his teeth sank down hard into my neck just as his thumb circled my clit, a wave of pure bliss swept me under, and I helplessly cried out his name. He continued feeding from me, drawing out my climax until I was shaking.
As I lay slumped against him, eyes closed, I distantly registered some fumbling and the sounds of buttons snapping open.
“Take me inside you, Ava.”
Was he kidding? I could hardly move…and we were still outside. But when I felt his cock slap my navel I realised that, no, he wasn’t kidding at all. I might have told him to give me a few minutes to recover from my orgasm, but I was very much aware of an ache inside me – an ache only having his cock deep within me could satisfy.
He lifted me by my waist, positioning me just right. “Slow,” he ordered.
Placing my hands on his now bare chest – where did his t-shirt go? – I sank down on him. His size stretched and burned, and I wanted more. It took two downward thrusts before I was totally impaled on him. We both groaned, and his hands slid down to cup my ass.
I took a minute to just enjoy the feeling of being so amazingly full. Salem, however, wasn’t much interested in letting me ‘bask’ in the moment; his hands squeezed my ass, hinting for me to move. Eyes locked with his, I slowly rose until just the head of his cock was inside me. Then, just as slowly, I sank back down. I’d expected him to soon urge me to pick up my pace, but he didn’t. He was content to watch me ride him slowly, taking in every inch of his cock over and over.
But me? I wasn’t so content with ‘slow’ anymore. I attempted to move faster, and his hands stilled me.
“Slow.”
I didn’t want to go slow, I wanted to come. And I knew just how to make him lose control. I went to lean forward and bite into his shoulder, but the bastard collared my throat and held me back.
“Tut, tut, tut. That’s cheating, Ava.”
“You got to feed. Now it’s my turn.”
The hand on my throat urged me to keep riding him, guiding my movements. “Oh, you’ll feed. Just not right this second.”
“Why?” I practically whined.
He nipped my bottom lip just as he pinched my nipple. “Be patient.”
I pouted, speaking in what I hoped was a sensual purr. “Don’t you want to come inside me? Don’t you want to feel me come around you?”
His hand flexed around my throat. “No games, Ava.”
“Not. Fair.”
He arched a brow. “You need it that bad?”
“Duh.” In a blur of movement, he scooped me up, took me to the bedroom, and positioned me on my hands and knees on the bed. One thing I loved about sex with Salem was that he never made me beg. He worked to give me exactly what I wanted, even if he took his time about it.
“Head down, baby. That’s it.” Without any preamble, he slammed home; burying his entire length inside me with one smooth stroke. I gasped, fisting my hands in the covers. His body folded completely over mine, trapping me beneath him.
He flexed his cock inside me as he rocked forward, as if to show me just how deep he was. “Now I’m ready to fuck.” He powered in and out of me – it was hard, fast, and fierce.
And I loved it.
His pace was frenzied and merciless, and every frantic slam of his cock was a stab of pleasure/pain. I wanted to rear back to meet each thrust, but I couldn’t move while his body blanketed mine. I was pinned in place, forced to take everything he gave.
He thrust his arm in front of me. “Feed.”
Without hesitation, I sank my teeth into his wrist and sucked hard. I felt his cock pulse inside me as he came, and my own release thundered through me so intensely that I almost passed out.
Thankfully, Salem tipped us onto our sides rather than collapsing on top of me. With his hand gently stroking my stomach and my body humming with sexual satisfaction, it was easy to let my eyes slide shut while I began to drift off to –
“When we Bind, can we scrap the party?”
My eyes snapped open and my entire body stiffened. I had to have heard him wrong. “Um, what?” My voice came out sharp, almost shrill.
He sighed in disappointment. “I guess we could have one if you really, really want it.”
“Slow down.” I twisted in his arms. “What are you talking about? Where did this come from?”
“Why do you look so surprised?”
If this was a joke, I really couldn’t guess the punchline. “Binding is an emotional connection that’s practically soul-deep and doesn’t allow for privacy. And you are a guarded, reserved, distant individual who treasures privacy.”
“What’s your point?” He seemed genuinely confused.
Nowhere near as confused as I was, however. “You’re serious?”
“Would I say it if I wasn’t?”
No, Salem didn’t waste words or say anything he didn’t mean, but…“If you truly want this, then you want it for the wrong reasons.”
“No, I don’t,” he stated firmly. It was of course important to bear in mind that as long as something made sense to him, it was perfectly reasonable in Salem’s world.
“You want to trap me. Keep me stuck to you. And have a link that gives you peace of mind during assignments. They’re not reasons to Bind with someone. You have to care about that person.”