Rush (Breathless #1)(30)

His grip tightened around her bound wrists and he plunged forward. She gasped, her eyes widening, her mouth remaining open as a silent cry echoed through her head.

“Damn good answer,” he whispered closer to her ear this time.

His body covered her, blanketing her, pressing into her tied hands. She twitched, bucking upward, unable to help her desperation for more.

Never would she have imagined having so many orgasms in one night. In just a few hours! This was so insanely over-the-top, so out of the realm of even her wildest fantasies regarding Gabe that her mind was completely blown.

Finally he withdrew, dragging his c**k through her swollen, slick walls, pulling until the very tip of his erection was barely perched at her opening.

“Gabe, please!”

She was begging. She sounded hoarse and desperate and she didn’t care. Didn’t care if she was breaking the rules, didn’t care if it earned her a reprimand. God, she even hoped he’d smack her ass again, because anything, anything at all at this point would send her hurtling over the edge and into oblivion.

“Shhh, my baby,” he soothed in that husky sweet voice that could make a woman come just by the sound of it. “I’ll take care of you now. Trust me to do that for you.”

“I trust you, Gabe,” she whispered.

She turned her face at that moment, just enough that she saw savage satisfaction light fire in his eyes. It was as if those simple words had hit him right in the gut. And he liked them.

Both hands went to her bound wrists, gripping, restraining them even though she had no way of moving them. Using them as a handhold, he began to thrust. Deep, hard, long thrusts.

Her entire body began to shake. Her legs went weak from the strain of holding herself up. Her knees dug into the mattress and she could feel herself inching downward, her muscles jelly as they spasmed in her impending orgasm.

Flutters rose deep in her belly, spreading, taking wing and invading her veins. He was a drug. Sliding through her body, slow and sweet, intoxicating her with heady, blissful pleasure.

Soft moans rose in the air and she realized they came from her. She was helpless to silence them. They came from somewhere deep inside her, a part of her that had been locked away until now.

Then one of his hands left her wrists and tangled in her long hair. He wrapped the tresses around his fingers as if he enjoyed the feel of the strands. Then his grip tightened and became fiercer. He tugged lightly and then he loosened his hold only to delve deeper, closer to her scalp.

His hand was fisted in her hair, and he pulled until her head was angled so he could see her face.

“Eyes, Mia.”

The command was sharp, a demand she wasn’t to disobey. Her eyes came open. She could see him in her periphery, and his expression took her breath away.

There was something savage about his features. His eyes glistened as her entire body shook with the force of his thrusts. Each time he withdrew, her head came back just a little because his hand was wrapped so tightly in her hair.

It didn’t hurt. Or maybe it did and she was too drunk off pleasure to know the difference. She was aroused by the way his hand was twisted up in her hair, how he pulled her head back so he could see her when she came.

He wanted her eyes.

And so she angled her head even further, determined he would see what he wanted, and she focused on the beauty that was his face, angular, so very masculine and contorted with immense satisfaction. Pleasure. She was giving him that.

Their gazes locked and held and there was something in his eyes that hit her deep. Like a shot to her soul. This is where she was supposed to be. This was where she belonged. Right here, in Gabe Hamilton’s bed. At his command and mercy. This is what she craved.

And it was all hers.

“How close?” Gabe said, his voice strained and edgy.

She looked at him in confusion.

He softened his voice. “How close are you to coming, baby?”

“Oh God, I’m right there,” she panted out.

“Then come for me, beautiful. Let me see it in your eyes. I love how they go all liquid and hazy. You have such expressive eyes, Mia. They’re a shot right to your soul and I’m the only damn man who gets to see them when you come. Understand?”

She nodded, the knot in her throat too big for her to speak.

“Tell me,” he said in a lower voice. “Tell me those eyes are mine.”

“They’re yours,” she whispered back. “Just yours, Gabe.”

He loosened his hand in her hair and gradually withdrew it, allowing the strands to flow over his fingers until he reached the ends. Then his hand glided down her spine, his touch warm and soothing. He curled his arm around her waist, his fingers wandering lower, to the juncture of her thighs.

He rubbed over her clit and she cried out as a bolt of electricity arced through her body.

“That’s it, baby. Let go. Let me have you. I want it all, Mia. Everything you have. It’s mine. Give it to me now.”

He began to thrust, his hips pounding against her ass as he lightly brushed his fingers over her taut clitoris.

“Oh God,” she breathed. “Gabe!”

“You learn fast, baby. My name, your eyes, when you come.”

She almost broke eye contact. Everything went blurry. She screamed his name, not recognizing her own voice. It was hoarse, loud, like nothing she’d ever heard before. It was full of need, desperate need. It was a plea for him to give her what she needed.