Since I Saw You (Because You Are Mine #4)(76)

“Oh, God,” she gasped, stretched on a rack of taut arousal.

“Look at you, giving yourself so completely. You are such a good girl,” she heard Kam mutter in a thick accent. “So much sweeter than I ever imagined.”

Her entire body jerked like she’d been electrified. She wasn’t even sure what was happening to her. It took her vibrating brain a second to realize she was climaxing thunderously. Kam had turned on the vibrator and placed it next to her clit. For a wild moment, even her lungs seized in pleasure.

“Oh God,” she gasped, her lungs finally unfreezing. “Oh Jesus,” she keened between waves of crashing pleasure.

“Don’t fight it. Let go,” she heard Kam say.

She finally fell against the mattress, panting, still in the aftershock of searing pleasure. She moaned when she felt Kam’s large, massaging hand move along her thighs, hips and arms.

“Still so tense,” he said. “You are not finished yet.”

He was speaking English, not French, but Lin’s lust-scrambled brain was having difficulty in interpreting even that. Kam was moving, pulling his thighs out from beneath her. She gave a muffled protest at the loss of his hard muscles and throbbing cock. Then he was coming down between her spread legs again, his dark head a contrast to her pale thighs, his hands on her hips.

“Kam,” she shouted in anguish at the sensation of his tongue swiping between her labia, gathering her juices. It might have been made of fire. Her hips bobbed uncontrollably, making his head rear back.

“Stay still,” he said sharply. She moaned. What was happening to her? Just that single caress of his tongue on her clit had been almost unbearably exciting. He stilled her with his hands, holding her steady. “I know it hurts a little, baby. Try to endure it, and you will feel the pressure ease. Trust me.”

She exhaled with effort, forcing her zinging, agitated nerves to calm. Kam began to tongue her again, more gently than he had in the past, his actions so deliberate her eyes crossed. She pulled at her wrist restraints, both hating her inability not to touch him and loving the feeling of security the bonds gave her. There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but lie there and submit to pleasure. As she surrendered, Kam’s mouth became greedier. More forceful. Slowly, he built that crescendo in her flesh all over again.

Finally, he covered her with his mouth, demanding his due with his lashing tongue and an insistent suction, his head moving in a taut, firm twist between her thighs. She exploded in another powerful orgasm. This time, however, her entire body went lax as the shudders waned, all of her strain and tension melting away.

She blinked at the vision of Kam coming over her on his hands and knees. He looked truly awesome in that moment, a primal male, her female essence glistening on his chin and nose. He had her scent now. He wouldn’t rest until he’d gotten his fill.

“How did you know?” she rasped, referring to her difficulty in relaxing her body following her first orgasm.

“You got so excited beneath the flogger, your climax wasn’t sufficient to calm you. I could feel it in your rigid muscles, see it in your expression,” he said, his narrowed gaze roving over her face and breasts hungrily. Despite the fact that he’d proved he could read her with subtle mastery before, the evidence of it still stunned her. He paused, kneeling over her supine body. His nostrils flared. He looked hungry as he looked down at her.

Very hungry.

“I had guessed you would be responsive,” he growled softly. “But I had not dared to hope as greatly as all this. You’re so lovely. But now you will have to put out the fire you started in me,” he murmured, his eyes like crescents of gleaming silver.

“Yes. Whatever you want,” she whispered heatedly.

He lifted his hand and pressed his thumb to her lower lip, his stare burning straight through her. “I will have your mouth since you are still sore from last night.”

“No . . . I’m all right,” she said in protest—she really wasn’t all that sore anymore—but he silenced her by penetrating her lips with his thumb. He met her stare.

“I will have your mouth,” he repeated. She sucked his thick thumb all the way into her mouth, her eyes speaking for her as she looked up at him.

Yes. Whatever you want.

And she meant it like she’d never meant it in her life. What was this throbbing, swelling feeling mounting in her, this unnamable need? Was it that he’d given her so much pleasure and she wanted to return it?

Yes, but it was more, Lin realized as he slid his thumb out of her sucking mouth, his hard mouth shaping into a slight snarl as she continued to pull on him, hard. She wanted to see pleasure tighten his face; she wanted to give her submission to him as a gift. She longed to do it because of the sweet, dark, secret place he’d taken her to just now, yes, but she would have craved it, no matter what had come first.

He came up on his knees over her, holding her stare as he began to unfasten his trousers.

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A fever had come upon him, a trance of lust. He kept replaying it in his mind over and over, the vision of Lin strung as tight as a vibrating wire, back arched, hips flexed, head back, offering herself to the flogger. He had known she was incredibly responsive, but sensitivity and the capability for great passion did not equate to the ability for submission. That required courage, trust, and faith. Seeing that combination of all those things in her, witnessing that transformation, had cast a spell over him, sexual magic at its purest and most powerful.