Bound by Bliss (Bound and Determined #2)(34)

Her breath caught and held, her body growing ever tighter, more coiled. It was hard to stand. She leaned forward, letting her weight rest against the wall.

Duldon’s fingers shifted slightly to settle more between her legs, but she forced herself to pay them no mind.



Black pressed deep and then deeper. Green had gone almost limp; his head tilted back as Black pounded against him.

And then in an instant Black pulled back, pulling his straining cock fully from Green’s mouth.

She gasped. The cock stood straight and shiny, and red, so red as to be purple.

And then it moved, surging forward and back as Black’s hand wrapped tight about the shaft. It was beautiful—and hideous—in one magical moment. Black’s mouth opened again, and then his cock surged forward on its own, thick milky liquid shooting from the end and landing upon Green’s lower face and chest.

Her whole body grew still, startled. She supposed she’d known that they did that. She did understand how these things worked, but nothing had compared her for the sight.

Green gulped a great mouthful of air and then he laughed, his buttocks sitting back upon his calves. Lifting a hand, he rubbed it through the milky fluid and smeared it farther across his chest, before lifting the hand to his mouth and tasting it with some relish. His smile grew bigger, his whole focus upon Black, who still stood above him, looking equally as pleased. He placed a hand upon Green’s head again, tilting it back so that their eyes met and held. Leaning forward he moved his head close to Green, never losing eye contact. And then, leaning forward even farther, he kissed him, hard and firm, lips grinding against each other. The kiss started hard, grew soft and gentle, and then hard again.



Duldon’s fingers pressed tight right at the apex of her thighs, rubbing against the seam of the breeches, and Bliss started as the bundle of feeling there, that had coiled ever tighter, suddenly sprang fully to life. She squirmed against his hand, but kept her gaze still firmly ahead. She didn’t want to miss a moment. The men’s kiss went on and on. Green had risen to his feet and his torso, while slightly thinner than Black’s, was a work of art. It was actually far finer than any she’d seen on a Greek nude. The men stood hips pressed tight together and arms locked about each other, mouths moving in a dance of exploration and passion. And love.

She might be having a hard time accepting it, but there was no mistaking that expression, that meeting of eyes and souls. Swanston and Louisa looked at each other that way when they thought nobody was watching, or when they simply didn’t care—which in Swanston’s case was most of the time. Louisa, surprisingly, tended to be more circumspect than her staid brother.

But, yes, there was no mistaking that these two men were looking at each other with that same look of love and devotion. She’d never even considered that men might feel that way about each other, but now that she saw it she wondered why she hadn’t. Had she ever known other men who cared so much for each other? It was hard to say. She’d certainly known men who were lifelong friends, but had she ever seen that look pass between them—and would she have or would they have hidden it? Could it be hidden? Even behind the half-masks Green’s and Black’s emotions shone through.

She bit down hard on her lower lip, considering.



And then Duldon hit that same spot again. Her body arched and a slight cry left her lips. And then again. The tightening and coiling within her reached a point where she felt as if she’d break or burst if something didn’t happen. She closed her eyes, pushing away everything but the sensations of her body, letting her imagination run free. She saw again Green’s eager mouth as he worked over Black, saw his joy and eagerness, imagined her own mouth in place of his, imagined Duldon standing above her, naked and proud.

Duldon’s other hand finally settled about her nipple, a finger and thumb squeezing hard, the sensation running straight down to the spot that his other hand caressed.

God, it was going to happen again, just like in the garden. She was going to orgasm.

She bit harder on her lip trying to hold it back, not yet ready to accept the vulnerability that filled her in those moments of heated passion. His fingers moved pressing harder against hers. She opened her eyes again, looked through the peephole, tried to focus, saw Green and Black, their kiss now slow and seeking. It made it worse. She closed her eyes again, felt Duldon’s heat all along her back—and she gave in. She let her body press back against his, and gave up all pretense of ignorance or resistance. He pulled her up against him until she stood, their bodies separated only by clothing. His cock strained against her behind, every bit as large and full and hard as she had imagined, and she rubbed herself against it, enjoying its strength and heft. His breath brushed her ear as a deep groan slipped from his lips.

She moved her hips again and was met with another groan. He liked that and the knowledge warmed her belly—and ached between her legs.



The hand on her breast slipped higher for a moment, but before she could whine her protest she felt his hand on the bare skin of her chest above her bodice. The skin-to-skin contact sent heat straight to her core. Then his fingers slipped inside her bodice, pulling it down with them. Her nipples popped above the edge, the rough lace chafing them most deliciously, a fine line of pain and pleasure. Now it was her turn to moan, the sound rising from deep within her. His thumb and forefinger caught at her right nipple and squeezed tight, with the slightest twist. It hurt for the briefest second and then fire burned, but not a fire of pain, a fire so intense the pleasure almost made her scream. Duldon repeated the action again and again. She was writhing against him now, the feelings shooting through her body almost more than she could take. She clenched her teeth together, trying to gain some semblance of control.