(Nisha)
He stilled.
The air was sucked from between us, but once he came back to himself, he acted. I was flipped around so fast I was reeling. My feet landed on the soft earth, and his warm, sturdy hands moved from me.
With every second he was gone, my desire and anticipation deepened. It was hot and curled and tightened deep within me.
His hands were around my wrists, and they tugged me forward until they wrapped around the trunk of the tree. A cold, smooth rope encircled my wrists, and he tied them deftly, checking the knots.
Hot desire crackled and swirled.
He dropped his hands, and I heard his soft footsteps come around. His hands were on my hips, and he dug into them.
“Nisha,” he breathed.
His soft, slick tip met with my opening. He slowly pushed it in, and I gasped as he
