She rises.
I smile as I reach for the back of her neck and pull her toward me. The second our mouths meet, it’s a f*****g detonation.
My lips move over hers with slow intent, and then I’m consuming her—biting, tasting, owning. Her mouth parts, and the groan that slips from her throat rattles straight through me. I kiss her deeper, harder, until there’s no air between us, no space for doubt or fear. Just this heat, this ache, this unrelenting pull.
She tries to raise her arms—twice. I feel the twitch in her shoulders, the lift of her elbows. But each time, the metal of the cuffs catches her wrists, holding her back. And f**k, the sound she makes—a whimper dipped in frustration and need—makes my c**k twitch.
She’s so eager. So ready. So mine.
When I finally pull away, we’re both breathi
