Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(114)

She exhaled quietly.

A finger ran right across her clit, pressing hard against the moist skin.

Ahhh. She shifted.

Everything stopped. She wanted to swear, to scream a thousand curses.

“It will help if you keep your eyes open and focus on something,” he said, his voice calm.

She’d focus on something; she’d focus on all the things she was going to do to him when this was over.

“Those thoughts won’t help. I meant concentrate on something physical.”

Blasted brain reader. She was going to…

His fingers began their magic journey again and her anger faded.

This time his lips swept down the side of her breast and swept down her belly, a trail of damp kisses. Her skin shivered, but she held back movement, her whole being focused on staying still. Slow steady breaths.

His tongue swirled about her navel, deep shots of delight sped through her, but she pressed her teeth together and did not move.

His lips trailed lower, whispering across skin, teeth grasping at curling hairs, pulling tight.

She could do this. She had to do this.



His second hand joined his first between her legs, sweeping down the backs of her thighs and then circling her calves. He pressed against her knees. “You may bend them, open them wide.”

She complied and felt her legs pressed up, found herself spread about him.

“You are gorgeous,” he said, his eyes focused down.

She felt a deep flush rise upon her skin. No matter how often he looked at her there, between her legs, she doubted she would ever grow comfortable with it. He pushed her thighs wider, a thumb coming to settle on each side of her cleft.

She swallowed, the urge to move, to press her legs tight, growing within her again.

“So very pink and puffy. And sweet. So sweet.” He bent forward and pressed the lightest of kisses upon her. Her inner muscles clenched, but she managed to hold all else still.

The thumbs slipped down, pulling her folds open, revealing everything.

It was his turn to swallow, his Adam’s apple jumping and then falling. He let out a long breath, the air caressing the damp skin of her inner thighs. Her body shivered involuntarily. His gaze moved up to hers, but he did not comment.

He lowered his eyes again, his look hungry.

His thumbs met just above her opening. He pressed one down, not much, but just enough that she could feel the strangeness of the gesture. His other thumb joined in and he pressed them wide, spreading her.



Then his mouth was there, his tongue sliding in, pushing, pressing.

Her knees strained to shut, but he held her tight, allowing her no movement.

He must have done this before, but she could remember nothing like it. Her fingers fisted. She bit down on her lip. Her eyes squeezed closed. Her whole body became that aching pool of desire at the fork of her thighs. One of his fingers slipped up, the fingers stroking over her clit, pressing, squeezing. A long, low moan left her lips as she fought for stillness.

It was coming. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

Everything within her tightened, and still his tongue played, delving, flicking, pressing.

Her head thrashed once upon the bed before she could stop it.

He stilled, but then resumed as she brought herself under control.

She concentrated on breathing, trying to focus on nothing but that. In. Out. Fill the lungs. In…

His fingers pinched her clit. Her hips jerked up.

Again he stilled, but then resumed.

Relax her thighs. Relax.

He tongue swept deeper.

She felt her whole body tense. It was here. Her whole body was crying for release and there was nothing she could do.

His fingers pinched again and…

“Do you want to come now or wait until I am in you?” His words made sound but meant nothing to her.

She shook her head trying to clear it, to bring understanding.



Now. The word was almost on her lips. Why should she wait? Her body screamed its need.

Or when he was in her?

The words sunk in. He was going to be in her.

“I’ll wait. Will you do it now?” Was that her voice, so gasping and thready?

She felt him draw in a breath, and then release it, the flow of air against her sensitized skin almost sending her over the edge despite her best intentions.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She almost growled. He knew the answer to that.

“I will take that as a yes.” He leaned back, rising up to his knees, and unknotted the robe, shrugged his shoulders, and let the robe fall behind him.

Her eyes widened. She’d certainly seen his cock before, but never with the knowledge that within moments it was going to be within her. It seemed impossible. His tongue had felt large. The end of a thumb filled her. How was that supposed to fit within her?

Stephan grinned. “You do flatter me, love. But I assure you that it will all work just fine.”

She gave him a doubtful look.

He smiled more, then leaned over her, his arms moving to either side of her shoulders. He held himself there for a moment and she could feel the head of his cock brush against her.

Her body jerked.

“Easy, love. Let’s see about distracting you a bit.” His lips came down on hers and she tasted herself—even as he twisted slightly to the side, one of his hands slipping down between their bodies to find her clit again. His fingers rubbed against the aching flesh, bringing ease and increasing need in the same stroke. Her neck arched back, but his lips held her, the kiss moving from gentle to devouring in less than a breath. His tongue swept in and pulled out, setting a rhythm she felt throughout her body.