Wreck Me - Page 204

“Abigail, princess…” He kisses my lips, eyelids, cheeks, and neck, where he nibbles at the skin.

“I love your neck.”

“I know. My concealer reminds me every time of that.”

He chuckles, and I say, “You won’t distract me.”

“Maybe it’s too quick, too soon. I don’t want to lose you or this moment.”

The fear in his eyes has me almost backing off, but no. I need that.

“You won’t, and do you know why?”

He shakes his head, and I say, “Because I trust you completely. Because even tied up, I will only know pleasure. You are my safe place.”

I kiss him, urging him to trust his instincts.

He slips out of bed. Anticipation hums low in my belly. I lean back, watching him rummaging through my closet. He returns to bed with two bathrobe ties draping over his hands.

“Spread your knees and pull them to your sides. I’m going to tie your forearms to your thighs.”

I get in position, lifting my knees and spreading myself open like a butterfly. He ties one, then moves to the other, the material snatching around my skin.

A pant leaves my body, and he says, “You’re not there, but here with me, experiencing some kinky sex. Let me tell you, my limit is sharing you.”

“Ah, so you wouldn’t have a problem with me sharing you?”

He slaps my pussy again, and I buck up—that hit of pleasure and sting of pain arousing me.

“No one is sharing anyone. I just want you and this pussy.”

He leans in and kisses me with a desperate passion and savage hunger, instantly soothing the burning jealousy that the image sparked and turning me into mush.

“I feel the same, Abigail. I love you. I’m mad about you. You’re not alone.” Eyes locked, he says, “I want to hear you say you choose me now that you can. I need to hear that.”

Accepting the lack of choice I have with him is liberating. There’s only him for me.

“I choose you.”

“Good, because you just agreed to forever.”

My heart hums an endless love tune reverberating in my chest.

My heart is his. My body is his. I am his entirely.

He takes a nipple between his teeth, biting on it, then sucks gently. An all-consuming pleasure sweeps me to the land of euphoric bliss and carnal delight.

“I love these tits.”

“What else?”

He places a kiss on my neck, down my chest and belly, leaving my pussy until the end. I squirm like the wanton and needy woman he has turned me into. He places a chaste kiss there.

“Tell me what other fears you have?”

I have never been more vulnerable than right now; strangely, I am just as free.

“I’m afraid you’ll get bored with me. That I’ll give you all of me, and I won’t be enough. I never was for anyone else, and I am terrified because only you have the power to wreck me.”